Treking in Langtang and Gosaikund

In my weary Lady Faversham state - I forgot to mention our incredible two week trek around the Langtang valley - the last adventure before my husband left me. WEEP.

Well - to spare you all the " it was so beautiful" and " I've never seen mountains like it" garb - I'll try to keep to the funny bits.

For ten days we hiked up a mountain to get to a Holy Lake called Gosaikund. Somehow we managed to perfectly time it with a big holy festival and thousands of Hindu pilgrims who were also walking up the mountain. In between rest breaks, and trying to make sure old caniving Indian ladies, didn't steal my snazzy walking sticks, we took time, like proper hikers, to take in the magnificent views. Of course we had a few episodes, where I threw a tantrum on top of a mountain, on an early sunrise hike, in the fear that I might toppel off. But generally - i'ld say we gained our credits- and seemed like those 'together' kind of hikers.

Having arrived at the sacred lake ( which may I add took us TEN days to walk up to) we thought we'ld go and find out what all the fuss was about. Supposedly the Hindu God Siva, had stuck his trident in a glacier, allowing a sacred lake to form. So Jeremy, I, and our new buddy Anna, each took it in turns to walk around the lake. We wanted to experience that bit of " holiness" that so many people talked about. As usual, my eager husband went first, bumbling over the pebbles and off into the distance amidst candles, incense and loads of pink powder stuff that the Hindus seem to through over everything. I followed, a good 15 minutes later - to allow for that bit of space a boy so often needs. When we re-met two hours later up on the hill, we both found that we had experienced something very powerful. I had somehow become a blubbering wreck. My walk around the lake had envoked strange feelings of happiness and sadness and lots of tears. I am not sure whether Siva had touched me spritually somehow or possibly whether I was ovulating. I always seem to get very emotional and hormonal around that time. Jeremy also felt something profoundly powerful. But I'll let him tell you his story.

We had a great time up at the lake, despite the three of us having to share a bed one night, although - Jeremy didn't seem to oblige! One day we made friends with a rather entertaining English girl. Now Daphnne, wasn't any usual character. She had come to Gosaikund in the hope of finding a cave. Daphnne was big into asking that popular question " Who am I? ", and had come to Goasiakund to be alone and meditate for a month. Lucky for Daphnne - there happened to be a little hobbit cave up on the hill - decked out with all those usual cosies one likes to have when it snows. The cave had its very own door, straw on the ground and even some blue plastic to keep out the damp. Unfortunately for Daphnne, we declined when she offered for us to come and stay. During our two day friendship, i became so concerned about Daphnne and her well being, that as I write this she is probably sitting in her cave donning my very cosy GORTEX coat! I hope she is as honest as she seems and that she'll send it back to me. I swear, all those karma talks from the monastery, are making me more kind than I usually would be. I really would like to come back a human in my next life.

Back on my lonesome....boooooooo

So I guess the honeymoon officially ended on Tuesday....

What a horrible reality check...waking up in our gorgeous Tibetan apartment that we thought we'ld treat ourselves to for our last five days...and rolling over with a stinking hangover...and then suddenley my gorgeous man was gone....with me in a blubbery pathetic mess at the airport. Ouch.

Yes - why am I not going with him back to the US? ask those horrible American visa people. Oh bum.

As I am not allowed into the USA until next April/May, Jeremy and I have decided to spend the next 10 months or so, in England and hopefully, fingers crossed, I am going to squeeze myself onto a PGCE course and become a primary school teacher...although my application is seriously last minute.

I have always considered doing my PGCE, but have always avoided it in the fear that it would deter me from doing my holistic retreat. However when realistically looking at the finances- it seems much more feasable that we will get a bank loan - if the two of us have proper jobs. The prospect of having my own little primary school class actually seems quite appealing - and rock on those long summer holidays1!!!

Why then is Jeremy going back to America you ask yourself? Well Carrie and Jeremy thought it was time, after spending an entire year talking about where we were going to live - to actually buy a house. So exciting! The time has come, after five years of living out of a bag....to have our very own bedroom- YIPPPEEE. ...and a dog - HOORAY!

But why buy one now - if your not allowed in America for the next year? - Well we thought it would be an investment...and as he'll be considered a resident- Jeremy gets seriously reduced uni fees. What has happened? Have we turned completely grown up? Me thinks we have, well kind of. The plan is to make loads of money and then in ten years time we are going to sail around the world on boat!! YEHAAAA - Anyone want to come and join us? Jeremy also wants to ride across Mongolia on a horse- bring it on baby!

We meet up in London July 24th, after 7 weeks apart- hopefully with me, a much trimmer, more yogified queen and he, with a quenched thirst of American football, the Vikings, time with his cat Sparky and most importantly- his favourite spicy salsa.

So for now...I am kind of twiddling my thumbs a bit- getting used to being on my own again. Thank goodness for my ipod and my incense. They make me feel safe. I am pretending to be that mysterious women that sits in the corner on her own. I have always wanted to be enigmatic...so here goes.

Today- I am off down to India - slightly in fear that i may melt... but keep thinking of those toxins ...... oozing out... all those naughty beers consumed in the last two months, not to mention the lethal Kathmandu cocktails. Jeremy and I are definitely naughty together. We seem to be quite a bad influence on each other- although we have so much fun. Am I ever going to become that pure yogi - I try so hard to be? Life can be so confusing sometimes.

I am going back down to Rishikesh in India to meet the Swami that said I was a fairy in my past life. Maybe he can help me with my confusions.