Ever since I had set foot off the airplane in Kathmandu, everyone had been warning me about the water. Don’t drink it, don’t eat raw fruits or vegetables washed with it, don’t even brush your teeth with it. This was vaguely stressful at first, but …
When Your Host Mom Gives Birth in a Mountain Village of Nepal
A rooster went ballistic, seemingly mere feet from my head. My eyes reluctantly slid open, and I checked on the wolf spider that had been posted up on the bedroom wall for days. It had probably crawled in through the chicken wire walls for some …
