Leaving the country for 5 weeks. 2 weeks in Kathmandu, 2 weeks trekking to EBC (Everest Base Camp) then 8 days in Bali- and guess what I am doing? You would never guess, so I will tell you. I am in Newport, at our rental house here, and I am lighting incense in attempt to overpower the raw sewage smell seeping up into main floor from the basement which has a flood of crap and stinky water that overflowed from from an old pipe that is broken. After 4 hours of calling plumbers, rootermen, cleanup specialists, Insurance company and the city of Newport water department - I am now waiting for the call back from the insurance company and hoping that this will be covered, and will all be ready and cleaned and smelling like roses before the next crew of renters land here on Friday. I should be packing, making sure I have all the equipment I need incase of an avalanche in the himalayans takes my life- (17 trekkers and sherpas died yesterday from a freak storm that hit the Annapurna Circuit) speaking of which, I need to call our attorney who has not yet completed our will that will leave all these headaches to our children if Peter and I perish. Yes, I had better get that signed by friday too. Did I mention that our taxes are also due today? As my dear friend Judy would reply, auuuummmmmmmmmm.
Do you see why I like to travel to far away places where there is no cell service?