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I am working on some travel writing from Nepal.
Will use it several places, first out is a day I will have with the deacons in my diocese in a few weeks.
Hopefully I can have it published somewhere as well.
It might be a chapter in my book about travels.
Together with the writing is a power point.
Last night I wrote about my excitement when seeing Tansen for the first time,
and my experience of challenging myself out of my comfort zone when I left the group at Chitwan National Park and continued to Tansen and then further on to Pokhara all by myself.
In an unknown country, far from home.
To set myself in the correct mood, I read my travel diary, my blog posts from Nepal, and then the part in the book about Ingeborg Skjervheim where she reaches Tansen for the first time. Back in 1955.
Ingeborg came on a small plane from India, and landed in Bhairahawa, just as I did. There she was met by a Swedish missionary who told her they were to wait for a car to take them on.
They were lucky. Soon afterwards they found a lorry, and got a ride. To Butwan it took two hours on extremely bumpy roads.
This same ride took me half an hour by taxi.
From Butwan they had to walk. To hike. To climb.
For two days.
From Butwan I took another taxi. A small, quite uncomfortable one, with a smiling, talkative driver. My ride took four hours.
When Ingeborg finally reached Tansen, she was given a tiny room with only one window with dark shutters to give light. No electricity of course. No running water. The floor was hard soil.
(the room with the open windows)
When I reached Tansen, a room was waiting for me at White Lake Hotel. Two beds, a cabinet. A desk. My own bathroom with a shower and a flush toilet. Hot and cold water. Wi-Fi in the lobby.
Gave me a good lesson about comfort zones!