tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71042702024-03-08T08:55:04.904+10:00Brad's BlogBradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.comBlogger303125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-23552116881295447142015-05-25T13:29:00.001+10:002015-05-25T13:30:49.729+10:00A Day in Detroit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've been to Detroit a few times before. The Henry Ford Museum. A quick drive through the downtown on the way to Canada with a stop at GM headquarters for a look. I attended an SAE (Society of Automotive Engineers) convention 10 or so years ago which was held downtown. On all of these trips I'd sort of avoided the 'donut' - the empty inner suburbs that have been in decline since the 70s and 80s. Over the last few years I'd read various articles about some of the resurgences occurring in some neighborhoods and it sounded intriguing, and so different to our high priced inner city suburbs. Was it the place to visit while traveling with kids 7 months and 3 years old? Worth finding out.</div>
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The approach from Toledo is via a long freeway with high voltage power lines stretching into the distance. As the city nears, the freeway rises above an industrial wasteland. The scale of industry here, past and present, is phenomenal. As the city came into view, billowing smoke rose from beside it - <a href="http://www.freep.com/story/news/2015/05/24/tanker-explosion-detroit/27879251/">an exploded semi oil tanker</a> twitter informed me. Detroit was true to the old stereotypes so far.</div>
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Our first stop was Michigan Central Station, grand and abandoned since the late 1980s and a trademark of Detroit's decline. I wasn't really prepared for how quiet it was going to be. This was a recurring theme throughout the day. Quietness. Stillness. Birds singing. It was Sunday morning on a long weekend so maybe that was part of it? On driving away from the station I spied a coffee shop. Not a typical american coffee shop. This one had definite hipster vibes. Starbucks packs a flat white these days, even in Ohio, but my first REAL flat white since leaving home was truly a delight. This hipster hangout could easily have been West End Brisbane but for the lack of anything for miles around. </div>
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One thing I love about GPS navigation is the ability to be totally random and know that whatever you do, your device will patiently guide you back. I use this feature a lot to turn down any old street to take a look. The one I chose after the coffee shop was still within sight of Michigan Central, but had a great little playground and a friendly vibe (albeit devoid of people due to the long weekend). Here we spent possibly the most peaceful, surreal half hour of our trip. Colorful children's fun under the watchful, ominous gaze of post industrial America.</div>
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Driving through suburbs where 90% of the house s have been demolished feels quite rural - despite the city being only a mile or two away. The grass is green and long and the and of birds are everywhere. There's plenty of ruins and the occasional well-kept house. Then there will be a few beautiful streets that could be straight from any American movie. How did these few streets maintain their foothold while others faded?</div>
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One of our last stops was <a href="http://www.heidelberg.org/">the Heidelberg Project</a>. A few semi-deserted blocks turned into one huge recycled art project with dozens of people wandering around enjoying the spectacle. Colorful, playful and perfect.</div>
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So Detroit definitely has pockets of revival, but the pockets are smaller and further apart than I'd anticipated. It takes real commitment to choose to lay down roots here. There are some awesome communities you may wish to join, but you definitely will not have the walkable amenities of the idyllic inner city haunt we are used to in Australia. And the occasional arson attack is definitely on the cards.</div>
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Detroit. What do you think of when you hear the name? Motown music? Big American cars? The Eight Mile, Eminem and gang wars? From now on I'll think of inner city fields of green grass, diverse and resilient people and the only good coffee I've ever tasted in the mid-west.</div>
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(Note - I do not for a moment pretend I now 'know' Detroit. We avoided the 'dangerous' suburbs. The places where there is the most need and the most character. We're just a soft family from Brizzy after all.)</div>
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Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-60295270905980669792013-11-07T22:33:00.000+10:002013-11-07T22:33:50.764+10:00How to avoid having to water your veggie garden<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been meaning to get into the wicking bed thing for a while. I also wanted to find a use for our old bathtub since I realised that aquaponics is probably just a little too much commitment for me.<br />
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Plenty of great ideas were forthcoming by googling "<a href="https://www.google.com.au/search?q=bathtub+wicking+bed&espv=210&es_sm=93&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=xIZ7UtOwDuySiQfe6YHYCA&ved=0CAkQ_AUoAQ&biw=1440&bih=756">bathtub wicking bed</a>". Our bathtub is quite shallow, so I needed to make sure the gravel reservoir part of the wicking bed wasn't too deep. Around 30cm of soil seems to be good according to blogs etc, but the whole bathtub was 30cm deep in this case.<br />
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First I set up the overflow through the plug hole with a small piece of pvc pipe siliconed in. Then I created a watering pipe / distribution pipe combo with some more PVC pipe. Once that was siliconed in place I used a couple of bags worth of drainage gravel in the bottom to create the reservoir. I then used some weed mat on top of that, followed by some sand, and some more weed mat. I'm not sure if that was all overkill - as I've read in a few places that you can really do the same thing just by filling the whole thing up with soil.<br />
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After the second weed mat layer I filled the tub up with mulch and good quality soil, heaping it up in the bathtub to maximise the depth. <br />
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The worm pipe was an afterthought. Again, plenty of info with a bit of googling. Basically, just drill some holes in a PVC pipe and stick it in the bed. Add some composting worms and drop some scraps in there once in a while and they will distribute their worm poo goodness all over the garden!<br />
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The watering hole (vertical) with distribution pipe coming out of it (horizontal):</div>
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Looking down the watering pipe you can see the overflow pipe poking up out of the plug hole: <br />
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A closer shot of the distribution pipe:<br />
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A look into the worm pipe:</div>
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Photo of the freshly set up wicking bed:<br />
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Around 4 weeks later - I've only watered it once! It rained once and it gets a little bit of overflow from watering the pots above it: </div>
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Finally, a diagram of the whole thing:</div>
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Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-57221699083834635682013-04-09T21:39:00.001+10:002013-04-09T21:39:09.411+10:00Some RC Plane Fun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I recently got around to fulfilling a childhood dream of learning to fly a radio controlled plane. I'd always wanted to have some fun with it, but was turned off by the expense, and the ratio of the time required to build the plane vs the instant it would take to destroy it on its maiden flight. Through a work colleague I became aware of how cheap the bits were for electric planes these days and how the foam aircraft are nearly indestructible. So, less than $200 later, I had all the bits and I was up in the air with my <a href="http://www.hobbyking.com/hobbyking/store/__16545__Hobbyking_Bixler_v1_1_EPO_1400mm_KIT_.html">Bixler</a>. Briefly. Then after fixing a few things I was up in the air again. Briefly again. Now however, I have the hang of it and last weekend I sent my old <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nexus_One">Nexus One</a> phone up in the plane so I could enjoy the view.<br />
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Flight #1. I hit a tree.</div>
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Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-4918610591662267432013-02-25T21:47:00.002+10:002013-02-25T21:47:56.448+10:00Classic Teen Albums<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On Triple J this morning they were talking to Blink 182 and played an old track (Josie). This is a band I have ignored for about 15 years, but I was taken aback by how, well, taken aback I was when they gave it a spin. <br />
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It got me thinking... what are some of my favourite unashamedly teenage albums? Those albums that bring back the angst. Those albums that make me want to jump around and cry. The ones that I had to replace because the CDs got so scratched. The ones that I ripped as soon as MP3s were invented... that I shared on Napster. The albums that I played from beginning to end on my bass when I should have been working on a uni assignment. Yes - most of them represent a single musical genre. Most aren't the albums I would pick as 'most influential' in my musical history. Few of them would make my 'greatest albums of all time' list, but if I hear them now, they hit me in the gut in a uniquely teenage way. <br />
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<li>MxPx - <i>Life in General</i></li>
<li>Blink 182 - <i>Cheshire Cat</i></li>
<li>Reel Big Fish - <i>Turn the Radio Off</i></li>
<li>NOFX - <i>Punk in Drublic</i></li>
<li>Rancid - <i>And Out Come the Wolves</i></li>
<li>Smashing Pumpkins - <i>Siamese Dream</i></li>
<li>Greenday - <i>Dookie</i></li>
<li>Ghoti Hook - <i>Sumo Surprise</i></li>
<li>The O.C. Supertones - <i>Adventures of the O.C. Supertones</i></li>
<li>The Porkers - <i>Grunt!!!</i></li>
<li>Ben Lee - <i>Grandpaw Would</i></li>
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That's some of my history. If you don't know them, don't bother looking them up. They're sure to sound crap through the ears of a 35+ grown up.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I reserve the right to change this list at any time of my choosing.</span></div>
Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-19999078059232863752011-09-06T20:59:00.003+10:002011-09-06T21:04:12.189+10:00A Present made from Broken Glass<div>Norah turned 1 the other day and as a belated response to a suggestion from her Mum, I made her a present out of broken glass. A bottle, with a hole drilled very carefully into it, an LED shoved inside, filled with broken glass, then capped. Voila! Night-light for Norah and Mabel!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfepqSFBO-4Er0MnY2UL1WIb-gt0E7mECl7PjcSRjt-4i6m2kQhzmLidEex5rNqZM2LkR2R8GeWdcC2XXXCBfZ4wWXDQ8-Z_zNM8x-_K5AYl5CBe-nLt3aKPjnLT8TyJI9LTe/s320/IMG_20110825_170302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649199868253456194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSU7O31orimKWsOJlaCAghh1YfLTmrSOCQwDIFwO-vmpFBoFCnRvkwKiYMWqgCTvQB6uEf6RjkDNYnYhidGftPyrz-8USLHythYTTTYNt3cJIaz8Tk64ngYUlOvHNe_TTYeMN/s1600/IMG_20110825_195328.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSU7O31orimKWsOJlaCAghh1YfLTmrSOCQwDIFwO-vmpFBoFCnRvkwKiYMWqgCTvQB6uEf6RjkDNYnYhidGftPyrz-8USLHythYTTTYNt3cJIaz8Tk64ngYUlOvHNe_TTYeMN/s320/IMG_20110825_195328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649199875148058786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfepqSFBO-4Er0MnY2UL1WIb-gt0E7mECl7PjcSRjt-4i6m2kQhzmLidEex5rNqZM2LkR2R8GeWdcC2XXXCBfZ4wWXDQ8-Z_zNM8x-_K5AYl5CBe-nLt3aKPjnLT8TyJI9LTe/s1600/IMG_20110825_170302.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-34949379322874635142011-09-01T22:02:00.003+10:002011-09-01T22:32:27.079+10:00Tracking UtilitiesAlthough I'd love to spend hours on end setting up Arduinos to monitor everything at home, lately I've felt that my time has been better spent re-watching The West Wing. But I do check the meters every so often, and I thought I may as well publish the results so the whole world can watch the impact 46 Ross St is having.<div>
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<br /></div><div><b>Water Use</b></div><div>First of all, data from our bills. You can clearly see when we bought the house - October 2009. Before that there were 8 students living here. Since then there have been generally 6 or 7 people (admittedly two of those people are very little) but still, a pretty amazing reduction in water use. We put a tank in October last year - just for watering the garden at the moment. It may have had some impact but it's hard to tell.<img src="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/oimg?key=0AjIX1Btoe_J3dGRzNk9MeUQ4WEVCeVlIc1NWVTI1U2c&oid=2&zx=ac57rmi04w38" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>The following is water use as logged monthly by reading the meter - I will keep this updated.</div><img src="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/oimg?key=0AjIX1Btoe_J3dGRzNk9MeUQ4WEVCeVlIc1NWVTI1U2c&oid=1&zx=8s6w4rnxepvg" /><div><b>Gas Use</b></div><div>Now to natural gas - which runs our hot water (storage type system) and one cooktop. You can see that the bill readings went whacko for a couple of billing cycles - I think they misread the meter as the mistake seemed to correct itself.</div><div><b><img src="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/oimg?key=0AjIX1Btoe_J3dGRzNk9MeUQ4WEVCeVlIc1NWVTI1U2c&oid=3&zx=ix8l49391529" />
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<br /></b></div><div><b>Electricity</b></div><div>Now onto my favourite... however it's just got complicated with the addition of our solar panels. We haven't received a bill yet, but it's looking like we're going to generate about as much electricity as we've consumed, which means our next bill should include a cheque!</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>And this one shows readings from the new import/export meter. Will be interesting to see whether import or export wins in the long term. (Import is the electricity we use from the grid when there is no sunshine. Export is the excess electricity we export to the grid during the day when we are generating more than we use).</div><div><img src="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/oimg?key=0AjIX1Btoe_J3dGRzNk9MeUQ4WEVCeVlIc1NWVTI1U2c&oid=6&zx=jxe76026nyii" />
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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div>After a false start last year when we realised that we should get a new roof before we put solar panels on it (the old roof was about 90 years old), and after months of delays this year as bad weather and time-underestimating slowed down our new roof, we FINALLY have solar panels on our roof - 3kW worth.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.localpower.net.au/"></a>Rob and Russ at <a href="http://www.localpower.net.au/">Local Power</a> were our chosen provider as they have the best bits, most reliable record and, let's face it, they're our mates.<div><br /></div><div>In the next week or two I hope to get their electricity production streaming online at <a href="http://www.pvoutput.org/">pvoutput.org</a> - stay tuned!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zmnhG454qvi3aEW105ZywSXGWxaawBdmacaS9mw9pAEZhlkHi5NdjeGFqoQgA2dZ72TnhJZQUgJLfmXv8Ad7B64HjOWoTIu7a1slxHC6QdyZDPL2ElSroAI8WfgwU_e9w6NK/s1600/IMG_20110526_160618.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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That probably won't be happening for the time being, so I thought I'd put some effort telling my loyal blog followers what has been happening for us in Briz Vegas. Nepal is now but a distant memory...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>A New Job</b></div><div><b></b>I guess the biggest development in terms of how I spend my time is that after two fantastic months 'off' keeping busy with various things, I am now working for the man - but I'm pretty excited about the role. I'm an 'Energy Specialist' - spending my time reducing energy usage in large commercial buildings. I'm learning about heaps of energy efficiency, renewable energy and smart grid technologies, getting back in touch with a few thermodynamic principles that I haven't looked at since university and learning to navigate the systems and politics of a huge US multinational company. An added bonus is that it's located at Cannon Hill, close to where Di works so we can ride our bikes to school together!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>A New Cause</b></div><div><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocuKxsf-U2he69A80i1oKnPlWrU7cqgR7SF0389i3_7BI9mFpgXIfIwteb_Yu52Mbr14XLJJlMNH1cyH59hQ8KHk6gjt2jXldk4v6JC5BqBFwvkv5o-vZGQCfh13EJOynYFMu/s400/zca.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599291577803738194" /></b></div><div>One of the things I'm most excited about is a group I've been doing some volunteer work for - <a href="http://www.beyondzeroemissions.org/">Beyond Zero Emissions</a> (BZE). A not for profit, consisting of mostly volunteers in relevent professions has put together the first part of the <a href="http://www.zerocarbonplan.org/">Zero Carbon Australi</a>a plan to take Australia's economy to zero carbon emissions within ten years using technologies that are already commercially available. Amazingly ambitious but surp</div><div>risingly achievable and such a welcome change from the depressing political and media debate. In contrast, BZE has simply says, "What does the scientific consensus say we should do?" and works out how to do it. </div><div><br /></div><div>So my contribution is presenting this Zero Carbon Australia plan to whoever will listen. So far it's been friends/family, an Engineers Without Borders group and my local TEAR group, but I have a few more lined up with a Rotary Club, at the UQ Engineering Department, at a sustainability festival in Toowoomba and at the Ecosciences Centre at Griffith University. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sick of people's skepticism about climate chang</div><div>e and skepticism about whether we can do anything about it. Humanity is innovative and resilient and we can sort it out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Engineers Without Borders</b></div><div>I'm still involved with KAPEG back in Nepal - encouraging and assisting them as they continue with the wooden LED desk lamps. I'm also working on a low cost, cell-phone connected wind turbine data logger which will be handy to monitor test installations of wind turbines in remote locations in Nepal. I've also been presenting to a few audiences on our experiences in Nepal and getting involved in the local EWB chapter activities.</div><div><br /></div><div>The photo below shows my colleagues from KAPEG selling wooden lamps at markets in Kathmandu.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3jVntDJ23xggC7AR9esdwweG9wDv2LTcOc35S-8B5Mv6YLgdEtZ06sF0A6rMT2-rtK77RLgkzXU-8ketmTYN8H_E4RjZlL-Kv0t4EVDqYnB40GhKYEfTEagkPuneWRbLrSDR/s400/kapegdesignedlamps.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599290998611439234" /><div><br /></div></div><div>That's a snippet of life here in Brizzy, without talking much about the fun of being back here, and some home projects (eg new roof, solar panels - and an energy monitoring system I'm building to match it). I'll try to post some more nerd stuff once I get something working!</div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-59077676867866303482011-02-08T10:38:00.004+10:002011-02-08T10:43:04.472+10:00Just thinking about that steep hill...<div>Just thinking about that steep hill we pushed our bikes up at the end of a 9 hour day.</div><div>The below screen shot from <a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=945100&code=e65a3a2da3b38045db575f16b44ca5da">EveryTrail</a> (GPS sharing site) shows the profile of the day - see that steep blue line at the end of the graph? That's about 1000 metres up in around 8km horizontally. Phew...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6_RJF1cK74l4aRESbtcnaLX9DRq1OWvXh39DtkSVHk21D7qcU8NF6KsZd88dY9FzK9233BK4FppMCcAhRq3Kj1kO2iEEj-EgXKLgdsHIDxwnzxFJ7zliffIe8YqYxQ-gWWez/s1600/day+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6_RJF1cK74l4aRESbtcnaLX9DRq1OWvXh39DtkSVHk21D7qcU8NF6KsZd88dY9FzK9233BK4FppMCcAhRq3Kj1kO2iEEj-EgXKLgdsHIDxwnzxFJ7zliffIe8YqYxQ-gWWez/s400/day+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571111923070816162" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-45309966024453552382011-01-27T14:38:00.002+10:002011-01-27T14:39:27.763+10:00Last Day in Dhulikhel<div>The Himalayas put on a show for my final day in Dhulikhel - fantastic - especially considering that they have hardly shown there faces over the past two weeks. Himal ramro chha!!</div><div><br /><iframe frameborder="0" src="http://photosynth.net/embed.aspx?cid=4d1b5d7d-0d60-471e-964e-0228036dfbaa&delayLoad=true&slideShowPlaying=false" width="500" height="300"></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-63569108285210719322011-01-27T14:31:00.011+10:002011-02-08T10:38:43.050+10:00Mountain Biking the Valley<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >NOTE: If any of the below links to GPS tracks do not load, try refreshing the page, or clicking on them anyway - it should take you to www.everytrail.com where the GPS tracks / photos are hosted.</span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrOCxyJ8M4SRsQYCX9jImnHozSacOSRUojNcYLBW29iKnt-f7CRk5szaC_PmksBjeKeZca2Hhcr98EaVa2veuSs1MQwMg75CZ_grKM3wjdvueilwvFbpMnwksaU-iGz5Imj1m/s1600/IMG_2949+%2528Large%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrOCxyJ8M4SRsQYCX9jImnHozSacOSRUojNcYLBW29iKnt-f7CRk5szaC_PmksBjeKeZca2Hhcr98EaVa2veuSs1MQwMg75CZ_grKM3wjdvueilwvFbpMnwksaU-iGz5Imj1m/s320/IMG_2949+%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566731961101504066" /></a><div><div><div>The final adventure I've been looking forward to (aside from a final bout of food poisoning I am now experiencing in Kathmandu) was a multi-day mountain biking expedition around the valley. This country was made for mountain biking - and I need to come back and do more one day.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=945067">Day 1 of 4 - Dhulikhel to Kakani</a></span></div><div> <object width="400" height="300" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"><param name="movie" value="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=945067&startLat=27.615622&startLon=85.569865&mapType=Terrain&"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf" quality="high" width="400" height="300" flashvars="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=945067&startLat=27.615622&startLon=85.569865&mapType=Terrain&" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div>Day one was a nice leisurely 2 hour ride down to Kathmandu from Dhulikhel, on the back roads to avoid crazy traffic. Straight through the middle of Bhaktapur, including a cheeky dash through Durbar Square without paying the entry fee (hey I've paid it at least twice while I've been here, and I don't think the guy at the gate saw me).</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAyMzRc2NdDwfPqX1up_IDjFqZ9uSK3uQao3j-QpEDW2cFDTpiOo_kbduSWYmhSCPHI6YovkwJYKEg31nu1ubTJ_Ghs9f7Sadd7Z4eMSBhCisrG6zEV6MRQc9B4hiKubznvky/s1600/IMG_2892.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAyMzRc2NdDwfPqX1up_IDjFqZ9uSK3uQao3j-QpEDW2cFDTpiOo_kbduSWYmhSCPHI6YovkwJYKEg31nu1ubTJ_Ghs9f7Sadd7Z4eMSBhCisrG6zEV6MRQc9B4hiKubznvky/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566726452628684098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><u>Scotto and his -24 degree mountaineering gloves</u></span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I met Scotto in Kathmandu for lunch then we both tackled the 800m climb up to Kakani at around 2000m. Apparently Kakani is one of the best places to see the Himalayas from the edge of the valley, but we were treated to nothing more than mist - with the slightest hint of massifs the following morning. Oh well - we're here for the comradery and the mountain biking, not the views. Actually, that's not true... we wanted the views!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Liz and mountain biking MACHINE Freya met us at Kakani later that evening ready for Saturday's big ride.</div><div><b><h2><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=945100">Day 2 of 4 - Kakani to Chisopani</a></h2> <object width="400" height="300" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"><param name="movie" value="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=945100&startLat=27.815307&startLon=85.263863&mapType=Terrain&"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf" quality="high" width="400" height="300" flashvars="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=945100&startLat=27.815307&startLon=85.263863&mapType=Terrain&" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /></b></div><div>This was the big one - less than 40km, but rough, overgrown single-track - with occasional snow remnants from the week before - followed by fun rough tracks that could sometimes pass for roads. 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The trail to Nagarkot was mostly fun up and down dirt road with more views and dodging the occasional hikers (note - if you where an ipod while hiking, you may get the occasional shock - sorry!). We said goodbye to Liz and Freya halfway through as they went to Kathmandu. Scotto and I continued up to Nagarkot - a punishing climb, but after the 800 metre uphill walk from the day before, it was tolerable. The mountains were out at Nagarkot, and as it was only early afternoon we spent it relaxing. Kathryn, an EWB volunteer recently arrived in Nepal met us up there to take in the views as well.</div><h2><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=944772">Day 4 of 4 - Nagarkot to Dhulikhel</a></h2> <object width="400" height="300" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"><param name="movie" value="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=944772&startLat=27.723468&startLon=85.523865&mapType=Terrain&"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf" quality="high" width="400" height="300" flashvars="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=944772&startLat=27.723468&startLon=85.523865&mapType=Terrain&" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1DAw2weoCyal3_CtQ-RqXwGrroyNgkoBjljxlXOpEKzNQHoAl-V8RiCc8GZjplyFzIB0SLgGgIOVTI7XJpELnSn_tyZlLTHRgzpZdGY95PWZjZiIYc2dkyk05OWIDb_2BdOq/s1600/pano+-+Copy+%2528Large%2529.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1DAw2weoCyal3_CtQ-RqXwGrroyNgkoBjljxlXOpEKzNQHoAl-V8RiCc8GZjplyFzIB0SLgGgIOVTI7XJpELnSn_tyZlLTHRgzpZdGY95PWZjZiIYc2dkyk05OWIDb_2BdOq/s320/pano+-+Copy+%2528Large%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566731958221549106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1DAw2weoCyal3_CtQ-RqXwGrroyNgkoBjljxlXOpEKzNQHoAl-V8RiCc8GZjplyFzIB0SLgGgIOVTI7XJpELnSn_tyZlLTHRgzpZdGY95PWZjZiIYc2dkyk05OWIDb_2BdOq/s1600/pano+-+Copy+%2528Large%2529.jpg"></a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.everytrail.com/trip/widgetimpression?trip_id=944772"></script><div>Woke up in Nagarkot to more fantastic views, so had to invade the roof of the nearby Fort Hotel to enjoy them. After the initial bitumen road climb (still painful!) today's ride was pretty much all downhill through pine forest and villages. It seems to be wedding season at the moment - I actually saw 4 weddings and a funeral.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZDfxx5THY2MI6531bdMU3vvS2Mvsc7kp_NsOpFO9a5I62fOZa8BsVrmY8gyNAFYKCZC81APgHAWTJHFEdHTqJH0ckr2Jb-trWcjZTKlHBpep4OWvteEvLvOlwIEUeskitXn4/s1600/IMG_2998+%2528Large%2529.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZDfxx5THY2MI6531bdMU3vvS2Mvsc7kp_NsOpFO9a5I62fOZa8BsVrmY8gyNAFYKCZC81APgHAWTJHFEdHTqJH0ckr2Jb-trWcjZTKlHBpep4OWvteEvLvOlwIEUeskitXn4/s320/IMG_2998+%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566730058614486994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Saying goodbye to Scotto once we'd descended (he was heading back to Kathmandu), it was back 'home' to Dhulikhel to clean my bike, pack up my stuff and get ready to head home to Brizzy.</div><div><br /></div><div>A fantastic few days - I definitely could have continued on around the south of the valley for a few more. For another time I guess... for now it's goodbye to muesli bars and trail mix and back to Oz.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some more photos...</div><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsuperbrudd%2Falbumid%2F5566328602792069409%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></div></div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-7958226879929480052011-01-20T00:45:00.005+10:002011-01-20T01:02:38.115+10:00Final Days...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So five months flies by pretty quickly. In some ways. In other ways it seems like this is just life as normal now. This morning when I came up onto the roof for breakfast, it was about half an hour before I actually looked out the window and went "Wooah...". <div><br /></div><div>Di went home on Friday and had her first day back at school today, so I'm sitting here in our little Himalayan mansion sipping warm <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>g<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><em style="font-style: normal; ">lühwein</em> </span></b></span>(made partly because it's so cold here and I need the warmth and partly to disguise the taste of old cardboard-box wine purchased in Kathmandu). A particularly exciting moment during it's making was when I discovered that heating it on a gas stove can cause secondary combustion as the wine boils and the alcohol vapour ignites. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>It's been great to make some real progress on my project recently - lamps have been designed, prototyped, are under manufacture and a few have been pre-sold. If you want to check them out, see <a href="http://www.kapeg.com.np/home/products/led-lamps">here</a>. They're not perfect, but if there's one thing I've learnt over the last few months it's that you have to pick an idea and run with it - even though you know it's not perfect. It never will be. Ok, so that's not limited to Nepal - I've also learnt that over the last 9 years working in reality as opposed to what university seemed to teach about perfect solutions...</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRIZa2fz4uvc5N9hJ7gOSOd6CONQSOqb3XLipdfXfCi8LITRh_N8UWt4k35E5lJlteJK7326tZJJ52ea_dOtrhYnmt6gafi69J4AHFKLFCVr9UST4wi1v_i0s4fSyylVJUIIX/s320/IMG_2770+%2528Large%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563910497915981058" /></div><div>Tomorrow's my last official day at KAPEG. Then it's 4 days of mountain biking around Kathmandu Valley with a few friends (which I'm totally hanging out for), followed by a last visit to Dhulikhel to pack up. Australia Day will be an anti-climax, as the local Australian Embassy has decided not to celebrate Triple-J's countdown and the invasion of our great land. So it will be a couple of days killed in Kathmandu enjoying last cheap-eats, pollution and cold, electricity-less mornings. </div><div><br /></div><div>See you soon wifey, Bristanbul and Australia! Nice work hanging in there through the floods. Hope there's not too much more pain this season.</div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-61001236444072995742011-01-05T13:11:00.005+10:002011-01-05T13:27:30.378+10:00Bogged in TibetJust a little addition to the Tibet post... here's some highlights of our experience being bogged in the ice on the way to Everest Base Camp. <div><br /></div><br /><br /><object width="440" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNW-a3SfTvU?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNW-a3SfTvU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="265"></embed></object>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-68173091851697306082010-12-29T02:30:00.001+10:002010-12-29T02:30:49.208+10:00Seven Days in Tibet<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpouDoqLfAfaH9NTsG6xgGK04HcAfHUZktqpQ-gqiu16dWkzZS_y8zDa-ybgrDNTJ17noROGdrpGlAMiaeY8CxrCq6scjk2L9tRzmIPej1bLvzJB859QlRRNc9SjjV5xoitqI/s1600-h/pano4.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="pano" border="0" alt="pano" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnxSfG2RkDXgx-4MtZrzYJrOb5utHdvZe_qBsVuA_5x6N_7Udf0qrG8hjHpnzL_eMwpKmN7JZHFXv12XZzEtvgmpDUvYC2xONIa_WCjMrpD5K5ZXxIQdLplaJjYP2wv15tMCB/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="117" /></a></p> <p>What possessed us to go to Tibet in Winter I’m not quite sure, but the pull was irresistible, and we wanted to have an adventure outside of our little world here in Dhulikhel while Kylie was visiting from Australia. As it turned out, it was an experience that while I sometimes wondered WHY we chose to have it, it was certainly worth having. It’s a high, brown, cold, occupied land, but beautiful, as are the Tibetans - an amazing people. One doesn’t have to go to Tibet to realise that, but going to see for yourself does heighten the amazingness quotient in my book.</p> <p>So we did the research, commenced the communications with various potentially dodgy tour companies and after a few weeks, sent our deposits into the ether, hoping the transfer would result in genuine plane tickets from Kathmandu to Lhasa, genuine Chinese ‘Tibet’ visas and a tour guide waiting on the other end (going on an organised tour is a requirement of the Chinese government).</p> <p>As it turned out, the visa thing did NOT work smoothly, and involved an exciting couple of days in Kathmandu chasing down tour companies who were supposed to be partners with our Tibetan tour company. It seems that the Tibetan tour company (visittibet.com) neglected to inform the Nepali company that they were their new Kathmandu partner. Not the best way to begin… </p> <p>Finally, after hours of delays in the moshpit of Tribuvan International Airport, Kathmandu, we were on an Air China plane flying over endless brown lumpiness with the occasional snow covered range or peak. We descended and landed in the middle of it, with no hint of a city nearby, but there was certainly a very nice international airport that wouldn’t have been out of place in the middle of Europe.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKekuS069hTwIGUkcFwdVirFvnk5y5oLu7rtiM8W9j5KdjcC0QeXCcGwHbU247PCygFQysskM91cWG6yuFcOFKYkf5dWQXTUgPWtH3xmOirNiciJufZmpCdhhJ9QptqnwqEyX/s1600-h/IMG_5778.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5778" border="0" alt="IMG_5778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAp4p0beTVeGIh-IYzIK5oVhI9V0whhhcNV7uYMWQsTx2PjmSawmd2iS7i8W6ZZPjJqw-P9Lfp7qh6U04fAJLPFq1o7pe_0-XrbUZS6BnWXuM-6LNuHkz2CrX-RLuTP5crAhqv/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Lonely Planet guidebooks are banned in China – radical, government-undermining things that they are – but ours was safely hidden away on our Kindles. I guess the authorities will be onto that sooner or later (probably thanks to this blog). Other travellers on the plane were searched quite thoroughly for guidebooks and we heard stories of travellers brave or stupid enough to have packed a ‘Free Tibet’ flag. They were on the next plane out.</p> <p>Lhasa is basically a medium sized, very Chinese city – wide streets, identical buildings - that Tibetans feel very out of place in these days. However it has some absolutely amazing aspects. It’s possibly the most amazing people-watching town I’ve ever been in, due to numerous the friendly, character-filled Tibetans who have travelled there on a pilgrimage. You see them circling the major sites spinning prayer wheels and shuffling beads or sometimes prostrating themselves the whole way – something that I did not realise could be such an extreme sport until I saw some young guys doing it along a street, taking a run up, launching themselves and landing on their wood-block protected hands then sliding for a metre or two before rising and doing it all again. They are always ready with a smile or handshake (and once, even a sly poke of the tongue at some nearby Chinese soldiers). I’ve never been anywhere where the people are all so obviously committed to their religion, and their religion is integrated into every part of their life. <br /></p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgToNW87O9QUacK3kVw_PrYTMA5O0CKNTtafRqU60aZ9OigTuQm4RDdsb0CAjR1PweXxjr6QMDEwHOgldU4aUpiC55mbQ36RcQm1FRC1k-tjv0Oc-qyP1WbRZ-ctkXfwdEDTj/s1600-h/pano34.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="From Jokhang Temple, Lhasa" border="0" alt="From Jokhang Temple, Lhasa" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRpeRBYP4at8BYaIkrfvpG-6PIBpdKC96NJvuP7_38TI6mg0F75xhtM2V3Mom5SO38qtFzQGbrh8hoJ60tSNbrykwZSVajewhV2pgXoRWaLc14N2xHB1LLvfRzdZpQubaZ6dz/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="106" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh72qF1S5O9RTCcCpTrVGC-2NWVcAf0QotHqJN3RxQ0XXjQ9hbo8ziax9Pl4ucS_ByPXHWnKird4ojRMWspf22vu49Lm8w4Ez36EWfmW8iJeWJ9cP8KUbCjekuxPdw8RUJ6H0LS/s1600-h/IMG_59344.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5934" border="0" alt="IMG_5934" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0osYfla_2GtLo2lxj6AGtPgX4C98IaQQ9Bj71SARlZOU-wuaIauIO__cEpv6eP0MZonJf2DMZRrIcejl1jPvGAlKObu4NIlmzE4cdYkZV0adUL1Uas1NVdmP4SnH-sBtR9Gy/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>We spent 3 days in Lhasa kicking around either lying in bed with altitude sickness (or just recovering from a few hours of walking in the high altitude cold), walking around by ourselves (one of the few places in Tibet foreigners are allowed to do this) or being shown the sites by our guide, Sonam – a nice guy who we were lucky to have.</p> <p>Potala Palace, the picture everyone has of Lhasa in their heads, is a phenomenal building and we went back again and again to gaze at it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfwRFyRcFyiGZPQDxbHUNy52M3fUSRXtX9MtKPmVYhn77dXS2GbvJ2nAGIjh6DtheNQ8KPZldQhwlc-0Hb0KgfAheYBZGpO7MVIBu11OPN-GbufejbLaIz0Ys-dEjgArVeiRi/s1600-h/IMG_58174.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_5817" border="0" alt="IMG_5817" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNloqIDRcfO5dt85yXFwoBJI0AsIk358wPlYut7Ccv6dQ9wwflzzlZmf4vp1Kv9_6Gk7fOK0AwxnQikeSLlkbJTr-Wx9hyYSMiUlF0xIA-0hG_yRxJ8UcNUv07TX61qqJbiSqH/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Sera Monastery, with its clapping, debating monks was a highlight. The monasteries only have a fraction of the monks and buildings that they had before the Chinese invasion, but they are still interesting, vibrant places. The Chinese strictly limit the number of people who can become monks, although the demand is very much there.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFWjtErlx9rNQRYZ7UFz6jIsKWlLXZ9RWxe3RhlQLie281Gf9SwVCj4RAof4HxwJeS3K6PxTD-uB9ggReRYxXNDAu9_QNYHe1Grr56GuAMCPA59o-OEIeeA2GWtRV6RKj-nCy/s1600-h/IMG_60094.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6009" border="0" alt="IMG_6009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8JYmlvx7QNRS3Ga8f8FnIiD1Pcy62cNwQKkeEUY-x15T2BKe-a_v01tOFCWX70cerbKNSdB2vS2rv3Rd0Zc1J9uFH3GbQfKNFIv-TdOh1QBVoSYMpEuvOGHnIJZJd1Aj19a8/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Jokhang Temple and the surrounding Barkor is quite a site… the most sacred temple to Tibetans, there is a continuous stream of thousands of pilgrims circling it and it’s a fantastic experience walking with them past the hundreds of stalls selling anything a travelling pilgrim could want. Inside the temple are suffocating smells, thousands of statues, pilgrims, burning butter wicks and tiny donated notes and centuries of dirt. Intense.</p> <p>After a three days in Lhasa, we spent three days on the road in a landcruiser with Sonam and Doong Doong (our driver). Great guys who love their country. On paper, it seemed like an easy way to spend a few days, and in many ways it was, but the altitude, the intense cold and some food I ate in Lhasa ensured it was a challenging few days.</p> <p>Say what you want about the Chinese occupation, but they DO know how to make a good highway. The first day took us up over a few 5000m passes, past the BLUE Yamdroktso Lake, Kharola Glacier, Kumbum Monastery in Gyatse and onto Shigatse – Tibet’s second largest city. The accommodation was in what at first looked like a very nice Chinese hotel, but it turned out to be a façade as nothing worked and the place was freezing.</p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOog0O4aK5Y3KYqhuJJaz__MoZp7-w0lABIw9aVkUBcAAxm-AQGTp6I2YVaH9mMIAn-y696PcxypFfdr8hYndVpZgbikd2K7fGWpHGzeV0VimO1mnt5ml-dxXYNO0WWR7QJIAr/s1600-h/IMG_62964.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6296" border="0" alt="IMG_6296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJWh7hhgIMSpXWWTCdPV3Q4dQgP39_UqfvCvkK3OrxcS85zwMVT3eGD1oLRUjxZJJiE6RE-WIInZIz1eoMQEH_Ufd7Ss0rslSnR6RFN1N9hpxYCNlN-H9hcxPj4SmOVRewyFr/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWE-Vr-lnxozFzzxfu0RL1upB9t9ZA_b1G68K6FBno0P7Ad6kiKU4WgU2J7dm3B7mA3atyBbgtZJ-rgW3csVeLKre3_xSyuLmVuj0o3700Njv5SudhaYmnuiugVJQSi_4ERCW/s1600-h/IMG_63154.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6315" border="0" alt="IMG_6315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxr3fayKYzDWOP4UNVdG00AJtwzr96ORQlFxbfFyIi9CAgZ4ZE8Z7TxNZyFaArJX1XqPCCGDWz9yMg4BVCOMZvbyRAlc7qqmNOYjLJ6vwUSVCe95wjdFFyPXaubAlfmvoWJhV/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKId7HoEYa9w2DHhaE_I-LnlhxtVWWFKsffhwsixC-TVOQSz1NRFXYcJjM4UuzFqFdU0kgQmOabnQeiPnEJUqleoTnceKG7Ed9RmPbelbvjONvPyLC1AKxCVco9ebE4wvlx7Gn/s1600-h/IMG_63284.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6328" border="0" alt="IMG_6328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLP34_1N49g2lwUjnDyVJHQ3kV5ISChLRFWx6odv9UewY0Fo6YmJInlbZcubR7ShnoLT9xKNpjG36eYW101-C-tzrPLZwGFXhDtTGdyd2DJLLaBd9m3d3vRcfcGkTLOqzDI1Be/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a> <p>The next day we spent the morning in Shigatse checking out the Tibetan markets, including a huge number fresh Yak heads. We also had a look at the palace of the Panchen Lama. He’s sort of second to the Dalai Lama in the holiness stakes, however the Chinese cleverly got rid of the one the Tibetan’s recognised as their own and the current guy is generally regarded as a Chinese puppet. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYGQ-5azernb73DNog-8wbAAufMPCMFhaZ3oNITCothoN8mg6h7CPhVM6ies78SvXPZ9CfJv7_laNn-CQ4CiGnNYLOHEIAGt8ocH1KNlYvqyjctNt9q4-KKZRvhRn_Xz5AEKZ/s1600-h/IMG_63894.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6389" border="0" alt="IMG_6389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbvMX1AyyTudWiDhMXryPAR0g9_IEKOtZk6LHKIKTT0Zs1JeKoZEjSBnDGrW1AIuANCUE32lVQlhlPrY8O0CyDa4NSKMRU7p6DL_pw3oi5DCgKPEGzPKEXnwpA1KjnIft_-xB/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPCI_8HLtlOiTamnfZ3FZBqH0I7LemV4ug0CFsOYEcOM4n-t5POaklCjHVKHcW0-pEWLo2zm3hQXVvEJaDG0GW6Pbg7FPWiQNZhZGbVzpSfW7rLcp_FKGQBhDwcsHewpBNUvK/s1600-h/IMG_63824.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6382" border="0" alt="IMG_6382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEd9Q3YKF0pijwrWKmMW1qZA39Jt-d7-ZDWysVDkW2FQ2t9966eOt-O6d7gw_UD1OYHjWOXOZXXbXW0XIPLDwR2u2UNtp5deVPFNwD3ZQ18xOd0XkOJlj9FLLddt7VrVfIkv8t/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Old Tingri was our destination for the day, about 300km. We got in at dusk and it was windy, cold and desolate. The rooms in the courtyard at the guesthouse looking incredibly cold and uninviting so we chose to bed down in the dining area with the family who ran the place. In terms of health, this was probably the low point of the trip for me, so of it, I will say no more.</p> <p>The next day was Everest Base Camp – a 2 hour off-road drive. Or it would have been 2 hours if we did not make an ill-fated ice-creek crossing which resulted in the landcruiser breaking through the ice and being up to its axles in ice/water. The couple of hours it took to find some help and get us out were probably the most enjoyable we had in Tibet. The locals were happy, willing helpers and at one point there were probably 20 of them taking part on the ropes trying to budge the vehicle. Despite plenty of feet going into the icy water, there were no complaints. Ultimately though, it took two tractors to get the landcruiser out, with the entire mission almost coming unstuck when one of the tractors made its own ill-fated creek crossing. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BM-A7Ni-vP35CkS5oDrNIKM4NniO4c-xOApKqvyK61cl2DpCRkqDuQYnOxR2ai63xWkafkOVozixliAOGUFa7UfRzxcnkSNt_8R1iXbwJZKJvc6UOyUOGtIbWkyavsStEpYZ/s1600-h/IMG_64404.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6440" border="0" alt="IMG_6440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PTACk6wptrCZ8-c8ixnw_uaK7SQ1xzImRTQQQFk8-BVpggTbvGZKQ_fldIwT9uE2gsXJwJyjKDCGZkp-kyDOABlQBPty1H1_DOx_RDMG2XcaO9XpcFwhsyfTF981JUTfy5O_/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIg5LPQTUoJ1ZUIbec5bOnLkK-UHioQ_fGSpngpA_BG8jFPPkt6PhICCPPO-Wj-O4uP8CGtGEqppuTPsvBReobdfUh0sZyVhKAkBwjZ2-E4o0Yy3N72AayL5QtB1DxgUVuFJM/s1600-h/IMG_64624.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6462" border="0" alt="IMG_6462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAC9g5mqy5y5fZfuZKmHPcOQ7nxqcIqQJ3AVeSxtBPAHw8FQZdEheZePubRLTroiKZHw6Gn5uB66FFRzhfmU-wY7O71-SufzH-_cAPOwAY5GU7h1NwU7Mq63y6j07JwjmpZjV4/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fw-8UnPyQ3JpVOWMk3KjZxySohfACbG8kpRI_b-nApT3mMHv_j-W3DvGpR58HjK1Tdp6Kmf4QtsI_iOE5AqaKCVgNMWee4PaD8FXuVo2QXDcA5JUTb0ZXSp-9mpndaeSKJd0/s1600-h/IMG_65484.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6548" border="0" alt="IMG_6548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4nKJX0MEsfJU5uuHU2dXMBhycz0s1mdbahXL8HGaiRAaUJpaMjHPD1Etfc5HPwkLDyAWo4yRORnS7OzxMNpHHPylC0SfxI5OtZ1ELczRXzSg5ryHLIDbVDTwUEShF5FcINJF/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRkmNtL3CIzKT81xmVWW4iwcYPtweh6eAeVTSWa65FLfEs9s0P-JNml0Dy7i2skMh_hkrH_baAnxOz4YwfwjO5nKDTR7sqwhtmx5cRPIkswYOv9k07cG2V0gv6LXybkq97-Ho/s1600-h/IMG_65064.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6506" border="0" alt="IMG_6506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcZqPNUkWV9nfkKh-JiWafTYQmWtxsXDlx4OmJgS8cMi5jf3O2e8y1qeIHn-BStz1jCRQI7RmDtt7uH4U3Wraw6WeLsqO1137ceUFgYlG1BsWSZ7aMafDFItroPOIuQjQz4Ep/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImhM20W_BbcIYwmSdF1r5-4rZWCdA7LAXz1MckuRSncl1brH9RlqyynfgicjFmk-PzEoVPbzC6s40tZZHIpdkaclTvMOmK24LlAn3snUpMMnpjfw4C0KpyR59RkEjwYZCyhVH/s1600-h/IMG_02094.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0209" border="0" alt="IMG_0209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eI-ZNJc6m7dwKGfeWpZctvlbfgg30yvYe4ImF0cAnxTz1JOqnshU-S7a42OKRuT5SyePlc9TNt3c_TMDeo14lgtAVDGHPz37_GvqfmbKhxc_6YQ3wQrvZphCz6E4lU1lbt5C/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Everest Base Camp itself was sufficiently spectacular, but I was a little disappointed at the arbitrary location of the ‘camp’ – a little too far from the actual ‘base’ of Everest in my opinion. Still, it was Everest and it was a clear, beautiful day. Juggling was performed.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoZ3mQjnfhcMYeQKrJpKLgUQhZvu9hLt8AP6K7WfOrnvfKBAlsve2FEuifwl281U-wiQSMkCP6CiRPDgacioM5CVG6StDlxSnZY3HJqKXBlnSjpV9EM46xq4q1dvoO6xrK9Vx/s1600-h/IMG_65608.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6560" border="0" alt="IMG_6560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbCQZOVsI7baax6hpArRZ-8ddft8SzgHPZqS_jkzUbmFiDCuzhr-_cUPrcJNFMVaJ35_7TDO2Tp-ysCPtppihddQGpmZ23yk9uO06C_8F6bTOHjLrcM1ZK2RiszaFkJAdZqZD/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQCJKvkng4pLvo9jf_LWXo8pLjCfNDPBnPE8rFovOXVQxMjpjYNaX7tZ0Jy0msarb03ecLLm4sjpw_4SZjmBAGTzUDK4rEYyangJUHTVDD_F5TN0joO0wfPGIbpPTvm4lbv2J/s1600-h/IMG_65634.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6563" border="0" alt="IMG_6563" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzw1D2OWAAC0OXB5IMYi1wl3xFjSMELl1e9MXpYwXfeEakn2R28XE-9DQAy80fCGxqXeeuAnAu-VHCkm0AagyV8DPfrwbWihm0iiNudsdYa2m9DxOEL7GFlgnrFUZXRpaoKj4/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Due to the day’s delays, we spent the night at the same place in Old Tingri. I think the family that ran the guesthouse were a little less enthusiastic about sharing their living area for a second night running. But there was no way we were going to those little unheated rooms in -15 degree temperatures.</p> <p>The final day involved a few more 5000m passes before the long descent back into Nepal – and the welcome site of vegetation. Trees are indeed beautiful things. The Chinese showed particular interest in Kylie’s camera at the border, checking every photo that she took in Tibet. Once satisfied that none of her photos had the potential to undermine Chinese rule, we were on our way. What a contrast to Nepal. The wide, paved roads and sparse traffic gave way to chaos once more.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Ma-BQWudiqJVnIQlASKtmkfnIxnMsjfCfUc5SKWeQMxLCs1xUpr1mMYZZPLQXS9YlZKGAJ2bF91tqsWo0271OnWmFT8GSOttDloNfNOx23cm4Cs9MMZzxQ2IxL8qLXEmUxdf/s1600-h/IMG_66087.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AYPmCTNx91-vzlykuuhEL5MC7jDV7XgwUt7ZVxnFIubpx4IwzoKhvtUfnSDKH1hX2efJsc9q_zLcpoW2yQiHxU12ClgPG_5a15n5FcX9rkkvd8MoEJu4ioXgmU27WOcZlbMX/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEpzGBN1O_BuEA9O4bjfjHkVq4mzPFIlddTNTSNDU_vacdG0zoypwK06aVZq0iri-ieGp1GNWWJf7WL1brQTt5ksRdll-LFuUjzgeCRoEZS-W17_VWRYGoL-C1N1P-oOIlNMR/s1600-h/IMG_66028.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_6602" border="0" alt="IMG_6602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTngfYdch1tih7y6aLQDgoOvwDSvgO2aqOq334-uIteXc68Diyo50f9GmhL0j6Xbjfjhc_9qin5WE6VE5-vQt9UP9CaMKQwi20k57Ys3DeacZLDtA38fHiaZcpXRpua6I3hAZ-/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>We had intended to spend the night at “The Last Resort”, a little getaway not far from the border and an ideal place to recuperate overnight before heading back to work, however after showering (hot showers – hallelujah!), lunching and taking a little nap, we were advised by the owners of the resort that due to a <a href="http://www.thehimalayantimes.com/fullNews.php?headline=Last+Resort+padlocked&NewsID=269941">little local disturbance</a>, we would have to be evacuated and there was a car waiting. Basically, the locals want the bridge that the Last Resort built. We found out via the news that things were sorted out the next day, however at the time the Aussie owner thought it had the potential to “get a little rowdy”, so we heeded his advice. Beautiful place though.</p> Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-88605023938627983982010-12-05T16:21:00.001+10:002010-12-05T16:21:23.553+10:00Wind Turbine Testing<p>Here’s a bit of fun for you… <br /></p> <p>Wait until night time, when the streets are pretty much empty – Nepalis are very much an early morning culture rather than late evening – borrow a 4WD, strap a wind turbine to it, a bunch of instrumentation then find a straight, smooth bit of road and go back and forth for a few hours measuring it’s performance.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqdmKbgU1kLDoJbPamwkNsI1MktYzIeFM0wdwcW-0LjtlnF61ISMeAD3joDpqDSKuQEsgipwBzGd7IN6nPI0p5k6STB7vMw4HSCYZ14Y4KWTI3d8UKzqc7RqYMV6jK3e7ymq_/s1600-h/IMG_23307.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2330" border="0" alt="IMG_2330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiILWf6ZWQojJinREEMEQJ8ROueCMyrRlSXadgq_eW_t0sDQeOPlqNd1RmBx678YVqj1E1EtFODSOb4ERdtpzbpH5ama3cz5wijhDwsDvs6WYmqXuPyF8MsN5Px9JiKEBZ6F2Et/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <div align="center"> <p>I WAS helping – just timed my wave right.</p> </div> <div align="center"> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpZstWKZWizio7xc4FWgS_Bpt_5GeWoaymyJtJEZUms5lqgBAy75cYajp1G-OGH6JKbQ9uKeI7o27eV4iXv0DBdspPWRSc9Nx_1iA7CGxQqCPnnNXGC7s8o4qvcLxOWMxCvs5/s1600-h/IMG_23428.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2342" border="0" alt="IMG_2342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ptC43oLSrkPaVAqL0h4sIqpuYEk3dIKw85aF6t1LDmLjhhyccTwkxItHZAvpqI6o0m71l3lHgDMIvA0Va_L3HfWfS7BQD6ZJ75fKRwwOOOOoUlCocB5xucPWVy0WTgBMLW0n/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="324" /></a></p> </div> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDzFp5NnGIFCDkgP_ZsKvRi0Ft5d2eH9np0w_BMj2Vo5_VUwYhD1CJmXV6ewJPa9_N0fW5DRZdBXSOq4meAfeXy147xtUrZfOyWh7-N6NQGAaPK5qIDuJL5xxM2ghXaROCj4Lu/s1600-h/IMG_23444.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2344" border="0" alt="IMG_2344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUY1QZCNDxuYRzq9Bw_Nhv98-Bc-rAkmsM_ddC81I09O_w_BR_1trKUY2Rzo3FedN3uaXXJSNVeLEM3aRZ3QfWEseVZ8e5bcAkM-LVnlo6JInJYmZszuE8nCB8Xe07UruCn68/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="324" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEVQPqT3vWOpvy-87TMSmbKoKguX5sQZQCqEhTJQzzdNvN6PEyG9gDOfkdF6Xgqt-_7CdHK6Dz-wHgUF5Qzxx8fWVk538Cnk7fKg2BEDSHUn0Us5mdEYfplK4787k0yOJT2R2/s1600-h/IMG_23634.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2363" border="0" alt="IMG_2363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBIwKau2A_61OheWF-pEwvsWG5HxZWWie1YSOAEmPgXYbp0SMeE5zk5q9o6argOHlOYUG5djTzXz4k5YXij8FLc0RAFoqLy0wXypaea-mXVnhPXGpaxxsWwWh83VT4rQ7MQfT/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <div align="center"> <p>Oscilloscopes are beautiful things.</p> </div> <div align="center"> <div align="center"></div> </div> Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-10973002912682599122010-11-25T17:33:00.004+10:002011-01-05T13:29:07.050+10:00Paragliding in Pokhara<p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH1PKPcZUiQ-rpkf5vQhCtkP-udqLYreanv4jL5Qhyphenhyphenvv9xbWOqc2wN2IL3NwY5Y2LcVtTcCs8EpUfM4xIthkWTHqbOwcMUGW2xajVeYtQ7x3aLvt0JRrxkgirQaHx7QRcFbZS/s1600-h/IMG_4367%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="IMG_4367" alt="IMG_4367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfT0UaFsrY1GcIjX-pwias_wXZHzQk5xXoD2AXVP9HfITWvjkIbQ2gkBnwqQLgFEdCIiPl-HjEJdnr10qU0pK04bJXU44Ic6QrdDQsXDTHZQwpi2uvjfwK48TWkojM_LhR1-uJ/?imgmax=800" border="0" width="324" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Well I finally tried something that I’ve always wanted to do last weekend in Pokhara… I took a hot chick for a ride on a motorbike for a few hours. With that done, I left Di in Pokhara and headed up the mountain to catch a paragliding flight.</p> <p></p> <p> </p><p> </p><p>Although the photo above makes it look like I’m awesome and doing by myself, I can assure you I had a very experienced Russian pilot, Iliad, doing the flying bit for me. Still, had I seen <a href="http://www.thehimalayantimes.com/fullNews.php?headline=Malaysian+paraglider+falls+to+death+in+Pokhara&NewsID=265869&a=3">this</a> news article before I went, I may have had second thoughts.</p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmm1j4yd7lnCb6HWe4OfEcpP2U-CZFxxhv7LkNRC9Q0kiiIZHpvVcqxoJ6jZRCTBdd1hzejv6o-qVxER37csW2fj9JwInQAHUfUNK6l_EY5IHD0fC6Pcl40pnZ7yiFbYvUAZB/s1600-h/IMG_4341%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="IMG_4341" alt="IMG_4341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOAlzfkYllOFbs4z0G8N4odXeP6MLhrmwR3Hk5Ehq0s-RmKZ8tPVxd312-SFcuCMo-7m6t1zErEl4GHmM9CRbB1fB8MzQbCysdOTJKX_Gn0F8z1j1T5J7_uIOQUZM-pfQlDRx/?imgmax=800" border="0" width="324" height="244" /></a><p></p> <p></p> <p>It was a little daunting looking out from the take off zone, with around 30 paragliders already in the air jostling for space in the nearest thermal. Lucky Iliad had his little squeezy horn handy to warn others of our presence. Also useful when we flew into clouds and couldn’t see a thing. That was a little worrying.</p> <p> </p> <p>Overall, it was awesome, and a sport I would definitely consider taking up (on cloudless days when there aren’t so many others flying in the same bit of sky).</p> Of course I logged GPS for the trip...<br /><br /><object codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=888968&startLat=28.242829&startLon=83.949162&mapType=Terrain&"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf" flashvars="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=888968&startLat=28.242829&startLon=83.949162&mapType=Terrain&" play="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br />And last but not leaset... the video:<br /><br /><object width="440" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_WNG0cDakQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_WNG0cDakQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="265"></embed></object>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-65562337582073889802010-11-08T12:00:00.002+10:002010-11-08T12:09:39.382+10:00I'm still addicted to GPSAs an old, brilliant professor at USQ once said, "GPS is the closest thing we have to magic".<div><br /></div><div>A few fun times in the last few days - first, a 50km ride from Dhulikhel to Kathmandu "via the back door", a dirt road from Panauti, over Lankuri Bhanjyang pass and downhill to the valley below. See link below for the trip, including a few photos embedded in it.</div><div><h2><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=874266">Dhulikhel to Kathmandu - via the back door</a></h2> <object width="400" height="300" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"><param name="movie" value="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=874266&startLat=27.617317&startLon=85.573481&mapType=Terrain&"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf" quality="high" width="400" height="300" flashvars="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=874266&startLat=27.617317&startLon=85.573481&mapType=Terrain&" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div>Then there was our Saturday morning mountain flight with Di's Dad. A beautiful day and beautiful, surreal views. These mountains are just gorgeous. Peering over them into the high altitude rolling plains of Tibet made us REALLY want to get over there. So we're thinking about Christmas in Lhasa... anyone want to join us?</div><div><br /><h2><a href="http://www.everytrail.com/view_trip.php?trip_id=874992">Mountain Flight from Kathmandu</a></h2> <object width="400" height="300" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"><param name="movie" value="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=874992&startLat=27.702128&startLon=85.360057&mapType=Terrain&"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.everytrail.com/swf/widget.swf" quality="high" width="400" height="300" flashvars="units=metric&mode=0&key=ABQIAAAA_7wvFEi7gGngCZrOfos63hSN1xyBy-BzBD--25ZLXpVi3GfbehTQlZCXdpUFII2A5CGeExVTCyX1ow&tripId=874992&startLat=27.702128&startLon=85.360057&mapType=Terrain&" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-12254017142296285892010-11-07T21:09:00.001+10:002010-11-08T00:15:17.330+10:00It’s Christmas in Kathmandu<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9U2fgEWVyDDS_ualSaofcswEmgrIs46T6L-YO0Sd28DbuFGez_1Y98R6WPsiyQH0XrCiF1xh_6YRb89XhCESdmgq1pZyoQtGfVzRD9gLjmtVtcDQtBqAwJZxn7jyL7t_SBk2/s1600-h/IMG_2016%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2016" border="0" alt="IMG_2016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro0qO5qc_7iSCbl6lNWHE4mhWgnP0hFwaHF5-uQLdim5jnc5Pq91lBG_6dNCRT34b5JgJIoLX5kYWq-kZJDHseLV_6aOBAbYnnXf1UyjKuzhBSMUO11LLDw8vyK3k1Ecq44Mw/?imgmax=800" width="360" height="271" /></a></p> <p>Well it feels like it…</p> <p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tihar_(festival)">Tihar</a> is one of the biggest festivals, and I think feels the most like Christmas.  It’s Sunday in Thamel and most shops and restaurants are closed.  The ones that are open don’t have much available.  There are lights everywhere at night, strewn over houses and hanging from eaves.  Fireworks going off in the evenings and groups of children walking around singing songs to try to get a donation from shop keepers and hoteliers.  Then there was a bit of the ‘Australia Day’ feel today as dozens of revellers on the back of 4WD utes sped recklessly through the narrow Thamel streets, yelling and banging cymbals, followed by motorbikes weaving dangerously all over the place.  </p> Craziness… and fun to be a part of! Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-6947051683421079992010-11-04T15:46:00.001+10:002010-11-04T15:46:34.099+10:00Expat Monkey<p> <p>I just had to write to say it’s another beautiful day in Dhulikhel… mountains stretching off into the haze in both directions.  Love it.  We walked up the hill for breakfast at Hotel Panorama with Di’s Dad.  Good chiya, great pakora, interesting ‘french’ toast.</p> <p> <p>We had dinner at our friend Prem’s guesthouse last night (Tashidale Lodge – ‘Especially for Backpackers’) and had dinner with a couple of interesting people.  Keith, from the USA, is travelling randomly and photographing and writing about his experiences here (<a href="http://www.expatmonkey.com">www.expatmonkey.com</a>) and an Aussie architect travelling just as randomly.  I love how that always happens.</p> ’Tihar’ or ‘Deepawali’ this weekend – ‘The Festival of Lights’.  Another excuse for a festival holiday in Nepal!</p></p> Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-27435044802227735132010-10-30T12:56:00.002+10:002010-10-30T13:35:13.521+10:00Langtanging<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqoMhHCvuvPGMikWvBTjQOY0jwHfNyjlaM2Qn2wzvNw2J9Y73wOnXxXKSWgcjMFT-VoxIKYpkgdjwdXGTY2BVWAZhmJV_mg_8D21xNeKrpszcyV9kYnwPo15PPAV-lMEn3lKu/s1600-h/image3.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpKCXkN2yYyJCn5u-eSXUcrpqM3DBfPAAUwkq_DzCHfdhOgaDb8Eru1ZsT_YcJ8g4UQpK7aQWxDqVxjF2ZLlO0UIsimV7NCDMFgwVoccDqwos13vHhNibQCROQCZsNMH51OGa/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <p>An earthquake, plenty of smelly toilets, thousands of metres of altitude, some phenomenal scenery and some really fun people - 4 Norwegians, a Canadian, a Dutch/American and 5 Aussies, all living and working in Nepal - a memorable 11 days! WARNING: words such as awesome, spectacular, incredible and other insufficient adjectives may be overused in the following text.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLTnBnpvkNrgv4WN4OQRTGF8U20wGHNzGMbeU-sCnw0PTg-W4mvp-80-4TRMtnrwpT7hzIfyM1HPVnu-wPDHh2ibZh4B-DEzp5MBa_QqbfCGA7hkiuGg0ra9ismBbxS6rGHJS/s1600-h/IMG_17469.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4w8sVYi_yKQtCnm2xBlofXoVdnSC-G471Mt78BkXm4uOljgcODbTbP-VxnAylTgveYv4mNvUkFj07kT4AkRLeisoJa_pDc8kf9s5XpWPBNQbirQaPEHvUp6FmHEXXAZ33B6HG/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <p>The spectacular 100km, 10 hour bus ride from Kathmandu to Syrabru Besi was all it was cracked up to be – and more. It was a dusty work out, and I may have the endless hours of continuous and extreme bumpiness to thank for my lack of back problems during the rest of the trek. Probably the most exciting moment for me was when Andy and I, with a bunch of locals, attempted to assist a van that had lost it’s brakes roll down the road without rolling off the cliff. It turns out the van DID have brakes. Sometimes I think that even if we knew the language, communication wouldn’t always be much clearer. Anyway – an interesting way to spend my birthday.</p> <p>First night’s accommodation in Syabru was pretty ordinary – but a good warm up to typical trekking accommodation. i.e. not that great. Di and I were glad we bought some lightweight satin sheets in Thamel before we left to cover the mattresses! Now I’m sounding soft, I know.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFa8DAfUnjowpm2_raWkT8egN1ppA_UKMes2GGToifCFTPE2Cv5YN1PVzkP_Geekjhlvvw9CWGpKOlXclpAE9X6V5ihYgaOAXXZTKZjT47jcji4Lt1My-yrLyVyzf6zEsjBCmK/s1600-h/IMG_26773.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHcdk7cEYAs9O3FZ_4shGnaQ508_FNFCH2cxNgYrtLFAXsETYvMP8JCX5IZGY_9gyTOxxQub44Y0pnylfWvoyrlHMf66uMNilG-gc9mLbqGydwS7PxfhkBba0c0X2xyu8xn-A/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <p>Day 1 started us off up the Langtang valley – initially narrow and rainforesty, with a glacial white water torrent running down the middle and the mountains steep and disappearing above. We had our first taste of the annoying tendency of trails to go up, leading you to think you are gaining altitude, only to head back down again.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdyO1fw4psnzDOVllEG9O4wRAM8-m3RtwMOy-CUox3dOsRJarPuSBjxh-4kSrht7ePR3wyHohSNnzyWcy27VX8Phc0gxxXEat0evpWo30AsIbedeRtugC2msQ_MeifZJNOYwq/s1600-h/IMG_27153.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNaEZOGWi9PLfXz4bKR4d-JocN5Simx4s55RVNWosIoCHjn3bHfYti6EKsIotbngJIIVpn4evgvkF-0k8xPvWxZN21xLWxB_4ax1CmZ_a3Ty2ZGA8iANu3JoxV_ob7TaqmUua/?imgmax=800" width="324" height="404" /></a></p> <p>The next 2 days saw us continuing up the valley. The further we went, the higher we got and the valley opened out onto beautiful vistas. The buffalo cheese factory at Langtang was a particular treat. Grilled cheese and tomato on bread was a wonderful break from trekking food – normally dhal baat or some bland noodles.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOGAAim1MLzlGk4zW4ljE7ynkowA16PFUmygDisI9nnj3xyW37x_H9pGnHXP6_sTkzsMpiGCii51svwxEtS84-0RKYQHTw1FxS5HHquguG3lE8JXCWUiylxRgJf6lckdlJRVXy/s1600-h/IMG_17753.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPnJ9HWjvrz0y5jKerLpKAle_6w_R1yIDL9-zDXa2KSEb4P9z3OwCXoZGWA0qValeUwtpf5St-0AA-B8CeTwF_QvmS07X1-lIeOqnIN5qyZXoF9pxjr7oR64qBWYYSoM8GsHc/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LNnlNCdWiRKlJ473pbZ1Nrew5VDf1Jr-3TG2Ft-ZV_5BXS4riDkU2VaUHgfuQ6ITQBYehco14Vt1Bh2fTGH8UfHWO6I0srJ5ntQIIKYOsxXBjT3qaLqnMejTm7DE6uisCIpk/s1600-h/IMG_17803.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_UV0PwEXZEnqaaNAEUygamioSRhhrEF2JB6JN0b-nUnWM4agEc4B5xwV9JduntTafis7_40_IBR0XdQSY6rmG3NrzvCNdTrqwy-rQzoRq0M5rJNBbyzio5B26EvWV11azQAm/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> </p> <p>As we forged our way up the valley, the other thing that changed was the price of stuff. A Snickers, the basis of the internationally recognised trekking pricing index, while around 60 rupees at the beginning of the trek, climbed to around 180 rupees by Kyanjin Gompa, 3 days up the valley. Andy and I discussed porter wages and worked out that the price increase was definitely not proportional to what the porters are paid to carry the chocolate. When it’s 2 or 3 days walk to a cheaper shop, these places can charge what they want I guess!</p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzFcIjYGbfpx3v5xvB-7I_Barv50UMsig1WQeSiFRHqJJSoim1XnrHtLPwkNBbhUY_FJZgo_TyIgqWpKHWRRGbZlVu9Hp6AVJIB6JKA-Yk1Gz1ksQwUyy3Oc8CMku2YLJzTdm/s1600-h/IMG_27993.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Z_HR_6HDO1RNAJIfmpXdVSmEONtRU2SZKSE1P6eK1WjKMv0Y8BSgNcWMRg2_rWkgM2L5LxWsWQVpj7AczvLeyTFFwnBoDW75qmtspsPfZDxyEQfK5y1qbWuHH8ct4f2cI89P/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> <p>4am on Day 4 saw us rising at 4am to catch the sunrise from Kyanjin Ri – a mountain a few hundred metres above the village of Kyanjin Gompa. Climbing that mountain in the pre-dawn, almost freezing, 4000m plus altitude air was one of the hardest parts of the trek for me. I resorted to the 10 steps and then rest option, and Jai and Andy joined me. We were trekking with some FIT girls though – they powered on up ahead of us… impressive. The views from the top were surreal, as light gradually increased, clouds came and went, as did glaciers, ice falls (what’s the difference!?) and jagged snowy peaks. It’s amazing when a part of the sky you thought was just that – sky – turns out to be the side of a Himalaya who’s peak you never get to see.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqlAihLk4ePARfdZjkTZukvCldPRB1U3WutF_j_wMOZN11vk35u05PA50o0AiA66_mxADMlSlNA3JUtJPvzorieLXh5JUUwBEeDISW9qaXf5l6Pyw02-HKQI_EO9xfq-tVW49/s1600-h/IMG_31493.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGUSamq6KYBlo1JRV8Fr3DSENDK30kdxvqWMTVN8iemPACtZKrmp3uoc5mQPHao5ychCTwUYBmGKuroGaboHCbX3PY3uy1uiJNFUd-v4C3yzI8s_erknpNT856z0CMkBUFYGh/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_4To5FW69v52cEUJ2LP035F8gXhYr_8SH99NvJ9yQmxhG1wgiB6Syb8CXP-XFDzuD5ahjjus2SHLCETg2zH5oaT4NLn_hFosPsDbXlL3LeGvOlhA8Bl5jBsORJvBMfqnvwXlw/s1600-h/IMG_30883.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQTXQWce8ynqObHsggRnr9dNyLaQH2s_xZaSzuEP5tqJTlli2icjeiFPwG3OKdgtLzwdCqKcwVXBANkulnQKrZQbttvQ5jiZNl0DEWavGT1tyR6rQFo8zdx-cutKHqrQbSoNF/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <p>A side note – I need to state that the relationship one develops with one’s down jacket is more intimate and special in many ways than the relationship one has with one’s significant other.</p> <p>Early morning on Day 5, I woke to find the building rocking and shaking. “Earthquake!” was the first thought that entered my head, followed by “or maybe it’s someone running to the toilet in this rickety old building” after which, I fell back asleep and didn’t remember it again until someone asked at breakfast whether I had felt the quake. Funny thing was, it could have been ‘the big one’ in Kathmandu and we would have had no way of knowing. Not funny at all I guess. It turns out it was a 4.9 somewhere nearby.</p> <p>Day 5 was also time for the gang to part ways. Those who couldn’t afford the time for the longer trek carried on down the valley, while Svien, Freya, Kieh, Diana and I tackled the valley wall. After descending around 1000m, we had to climb around 1400m to Sing Gompa at about 3900m. It was tough and we went to bed early that night.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuO7SjY0QMx-CEkwu4bX9__rqtGi4rm_aTyImLoyUbQG30W_WcozLVfO3JcReWG1oGjh5SQuQ17gRUqKmXV3aCOeoNNrZBKfH0AwxuSdcYjT99o_9hauaiV07oPJYR6XhJeoW/s1600-h/IMG_32543.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrDAhlx94Z1_d2QZPa2krM8yWSW0SnkMOpaD8skv9D_5mKkOFYogLaGMY8AAGjdJjruju8ia2lyIDpf3N3LAEZmjMECSRTX8SePkfKiH8uIAZeAVhJtBGqFg6LXUG_omb1CA4/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <p>Day 6 was the final climb to the holy lakes of Gosaikund. There was some tough sections here too – especially for Diana, who was suffering from various trekking afflictions (general sickness) by this point. It was really starting to feel like high altitude by this point. We snuck the occasional phenomenal views of Himalayas, but the clouds were never far away. We also said goodbye to Kieh along the way, who decided to hang out in Laurebina Yak, with the promise of panoramic views in the morning, and the possibility that she could go home a different way and make it back to Kathmandu for a party on Friday night. So then there were 4.</p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHD8TJSeMBjup0n3OcfUPNso8owx_sL4dLB3yId8UyLmHhyphenhyphenMt7cURKqIQ73jAshZEL9eSOSK0yBNxkYQU9KcqVEOW_84Pziae4vweOPWhLZakBJEEtgWKvGR-R_O7dDe8-gis6/s1600-h/IMG_33263.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjsP9_2jmLKeK_92BRoWxiwmhaCzfOA-MJAEumqH17Fb3_Qi25EdnR8e8jxWcflLKq6caHKZmudB9Ds0bOrXnOkKImVoo0xj1T9IwfYfnPZoMJUPhGeH3HQZXhzqC0Ahc5JtB/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> <p>Gosaikund was magical. It’s a major pilgrimage site at particular times of the year, but only one Sadhu, living in a hole, remained at this point. We arrived early enough to walk around the main lake and really take in the amazing scenery there.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVh6oOS9-9JtjI1OuFTeZWOFpZPbpI55QEiauJpYVJYDK7-RiJNKcDx0Trvg2qKZwzX0UU9kGDL9f_iU9kcydLG_pUsCFWS78J6dEfjRMzYyInhUVhQmBSM7UR3-xlAC1M29a/s1600-h/IMG_33984.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3398" border="0" alt="IMG_3398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3Nb4_3rQ5-gQMDWf92FT5DBt91Z-mJR_LhCbzJ4spH8Vv4Q9VxKHmZJiWW3n5lHyDh74xRnQ-aYLIhX80HlYcOFL_F1V2aG-jbZvF_tL_AVYZvMsIQsH9WNuo3Zrzyq8EHfh/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> </p> <p>Our guide, Sonam, said we couldn’t stay at the lodge we chose, because the ‘cook was drunk’ – we could see him, motionless under a doona on the bench. We finally worked out that we could stay, but would have to eat Dhaal Bhat. It was only after the meal that Sonam proudly told us that actually, he cooked the meal that night. It was the best Dhaal Bhat of the trek in our opinion. </p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-VW6nNDh4zO-mt-1LCvbixAFhdZXfqUc3R1sM3Pk-RX6iElUDLVQvopj4PlquU02zo_E-80Y8SkpeDsxiKDcUcFKUJTs8Skt-g_UdCPwt9ivHZvHzcQOIfj_VDmZnS06v-Hi/s1600-h/IMG_34363.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4lfTwJir3MtwM9IP3P92DNx4ZYlr7QxhNsfsxhh-E12tOZgh0c037dVzrNpkVfbMx_XJiNcdRR85bBz1WycDFL3sjaUmS6S2LGvg8E1_ThZw1uS_VI60kAdZMsl-Ob4ejJlO/?imgmax=800" width="304" height="404" /></a> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzYdsW-b19CODO3PtxZS0BAYl9cAwECvLvKpQqn5oBho3QWTHEJtOUVgTd5aO0faE2ms0b8uN_uC1J5PAwNwGevO4BhhNoPSXIbqFoeF8HT0dgkeuNoqBKY7Sg9VFcKxlXmvz/s1600-h/IMG_34473.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOaum_jptCcL9vnFDVWiou8-ISMjuBkoL9X8Fj6VaNmGXLc5r-KfBOFD9YuwRFtNzrLJwITtg6pcQbfTtiOaQorS473Zt6W2P2PsbPEt8Vl4B83I6C3qiRib6gEA4pu0Dm9KB/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> </p> <p>Day 7, clear and beautiful, and we climbed out of Gosaikund through the highest pass of the Trek – Laurebina Pass at 4610m. Then it was a steep, cloudy descent (with more than enough ascents as well), across a mountainside whose steepness was only revealed the next morning when the clouds had cleared. There was also snow on the pass we had walked through the day before. Just missed it! (Photo below shows the new snow and the ridge we traversed)</p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmBZWn5YDfPWcvik8JdcBzBCh8s8efm3rGvlpB9NCAKu4fh8RI8u0dWmB1bvsDS8Iw8dD8ZEV-9nvWFCYAElDgJHi5iSXvos5aYsEdinx5HF36SGANkhBhPzjDnm5vWuJAdn1/s1600-h/IMG_34944.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3494" border="0" alt="IMG_3494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECoyLZ-C0MvEjBlfM5mSjH0nSKFrvOQzRkLtLMPG_4sKLHbbvWUoMpeADnRKpuhAtVqN_4rBhZSiO2kTfQtMdtJHVTfcG4ffFOqwDYiqzIuIktH1h60l9o26kcjHZSLk771u_/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTaeTXv-M86EOVCHWlG2_bqiNHy6EiKmAtG2fegsNg93Anq9bFQOdz-TSAOhpqAjT4K42JKiQmNavfopSiaqO80BC44axmw3AbmGiQihLoDUTA-VG_rlnrVXDZDWuKpKqSmAM/s1600-h/IMG_35183.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQX2SMSQ_6GPmUI5cfExPknfHLIBfBmKupbexWM1DlszKkIFyvPPm0wCsgW-oHYJsR3eZYcvNnE1ciHOZ3b9E_ipFwTyp8N3CQDTmwpqdfTe9054As-d8dNhUoYcg5ZfEGBAr/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a> <p>The next few days involved more descending (again, with plenty of ascents) down ridge after ridge back towards the Kathmandu Valley. On Day 9, when we reached a village where a bus could be caught, we lost Svien, whose feet were looking scary and red. But by this point, we also had a new gang – two French Canadian guys trekking together and two French girls trekking together. We all ended up in the same lodges – great to have a bit of a gang again.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ACSZH21_1SfBVwX-GtYXmNmfCu27YepkSuEtXbEkEatDbuph34D37pAPVp4qP0gyT8KBDay2XuL0OiijgGjM1TzCTCnAhFVZrjRyzU9jjXJE1cY984FGLmB9F0PSaEhf_Jap/s1600-h/IMG_35813.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx3LrsQSNe6dDUA2uNEN8I48wjo3TXJMm-JWG2UYc2NQxqTRc9ikyNlV36l7yfpnmJeM6UpGNW01cuWAnZidlmJrMYDe7MujtPoqU16mm9GbvPtYMwy7oZg2c-Lrx20vAs1UD/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1VJ6PIsHS9f4jCDttP35Cj_CqtmiPHmPDvABCGASeS8GxyRaxUHwdedUT6pTOqIC9_rur-oFkGGMqCJpe2bjTF8AlV90tZ5coE8iIKFMMH9oqwUjzDAuIOGQy79PN70FZzF4/s1600-h/IMG_36073.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MdSZ2dlU5i7V5mbLik-9Zj7QuYdgPnot36oreB9EQppDLZHcYS8K3634BoSe6kTJGZLZ9L0y36qxNdH-wgNMqph_kZ7whjlsEAJh8uaa0_qelJxN3cu023QpSe5YjvHr22cH/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRakk0kGqo6G40o1cdumi3RUtjUKj_GKPHGoXufEwYgXoQ0GpCnW3HkLTyfB7KRD4lCw-NCGHhle6b1Gzy17WriLSLYeg57Jd-0n6qO6TWpcoajkyJX14zJiEP2q4oIXFS71Ss/s1600-h/IMG_35903.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QrvxE-q_cOBa41BCAb9eeQDSLDhYyyi63V9Eh4GmvMSSesqiccWi2ZhVLerqPlgnooW1lzgVkky1oZkAf4LsxaaOGOqn4hnZ4ARQMcjuMSMzMU_t5YYid8sUlZQL9zWGb7In/?imgmax=800" width="304" height="404" /></a> <p>A highlight I must say was walking back into mobile coverage just in time on Mabel’s 2nd birthday to give her a call before she went to bed in Brisbane.</p> <p>On Day 10, that first view of the Kathmandu Valley was something. It was beautiful, as it was the end of the walk, but the smog and buildings/traffic also contrasted painfully with the beauty we had just come through. I was feeling great by this point. It may just have been the lower altitudes, but my pack felt good on my back, my legs felt strong and my mind was used to the daily hours of trail. Pity we had to stop!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mD2lT7GXHp7KBsNFKF6mxEh13mIJzWLwozO-8oKrtSgDRMmBpe2g3sjq8VOe7EV5f2_zfzrXAXUJMr7deVZZJ1yafMo6VVBke164gq8lxRWsVKwEknPPV9WqBE4ot2ngEtid/s1600-h/IMG_36377.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqwqvCwMmQxkBu-hlnXKp08kdDnFZTjonyo3KdW-i7SrbRnG-H4vdhXoRF3dPgXacYkxUG1KsVlnWenpUGRJ1nk-YJz7wjJZLrofygz2XqnQivGwihq1QfGPzCCHSxQLUAqU8/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPK4LPa-fpGlnzzxmbrjaTeGLxyAOEKTVciBVYRs0vaqD_2aLFTtGTmCse-RAq0DE2kVWnKdcSEJHOiC2bq21_A6H3J8-Q2jrzKzA57UhyL7go7d0HWozIfuVNDSpsX6UOZsk/s1600-h/IMG_35993.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk06Gnynhukm4UDMqs2unuC73Xp8R5L6IsK6YSiWUA2wgls4vbOI1LVGNbZgvhGBW1Z-fiXBE9fa5vBxpMK4awVmXFmNWmKCfxhsQKif0qRSutbv3HzohjUP_j4Uj9iOgmzrUW/?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /></a></p> More photos here… <table style="width: 194px"><tbody> <tr> <td style="background: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; height: 194px" align="center"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/superbrudd/Langtanging?authkey=Gv1sRgCJjm18aSnpWfPw&feat=embedwebsite"><img style="margin: 1px 0px 0px 4px" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aVTexKPYCUo/TMkq4CPigzE/AAAAAAAAKKk/E4L5UQtIG0E/s160-c/Langtanging.jpg" width="160" height="160" /></a></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px"><a style="color: #4d4d4d; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/superbrudd/Langtanging?authkey=Gv1sRgCJjm18aSnpWfPw&feat=embedwebsite">Langtanging</a></td> </tr> </tbody></table>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-16638153143578838532010-10-11T17:41:00.002+10:002010-10-11T18:56:36.041+10:00End of the first stretch<p>I’ve been thinking about what an interesting ‘book end’ Nepal has been for me. 10 years ago Di and I came over here – we had been married less than a year, I had just finished my Masters (sort of) and I had never been out of Australia. We spent the year overseas – most of it in the USA, with travel in Nepal/ Hong Kong, USA, Canada, Turkey and a lot of Western Europe. <br /></p> <p>After returning home we settled in Brisbane, I got a real job (debatable?), and we spent the next 9 years there – with various travels in between, for fun and work. I spent an unforgettable 8 1/2 years with my last employer, learning a lot about technology development, international business, the transit industry, managing teams, software development and a bunch of other things. Di and I have grown to love Brisbane – especially our friends there, and ended up going halves in a house with two of them. That in itself is quite a new phase in our life! <br /></p> <p>Now we find ourselves in Nepal again. I’m ready for a change of direction in my career (an interesting combination of factors influencing that one). We’ve been married 10 years. 5 months away from home to step back and take a look at life seems like a good idea. I’m also enjoying the chance to get some hands on experience with ‘international development’ – including all of the cultural, technical and professional challenges that includes – and there are many! </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xwp-8hb449l7YNxBb5qYjtqARtryRTGUxaJSToeV39UgRiuukhbKRfRCsPjKzs_lq4ncGMgUn-eI2zx_93A_4BemY2dBp1KCeKwXDtJzrgo8S66YFmis-yFOBV3KNgPV9uP4/s1600-h/IMG_1248%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpcGhyphenhypheneO3D82CV7hI7WRfgdrhkqZ4BdDIGWdvK29t-a4DLn0uZQYKjrLnO57QO_JetFBz-8TGkqQUObflmDBf4n-pyl4p5x3PqYlrf3IgKgCtsjr0JOD0z9vxV1jEFXgj7Kuv/?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a></p> <p>(The above was taken on the day when all ‘Machines’ were blessed for the coming year.)</p> <p>Anyway where am I heading with all this? Who knows!? I’ve been cruising the jobs sites a bit looking at what I think I will be doing when I get home. Ideally it will be something in the area of either International Development or Renewable Energies – or possibly even both. I’m so busy here that I’m not taking a huge amount of time to reflect on what the future holds. I think that might come in the weeks after we get home when I’m unemployed and longing for the mountains of Nepal and Di is back at work bringing home the bacon (what’s the vegetarian equivalent of bacon?). As I said before we came here, I’ve scheduled in my early-mid-life crisis for late January 2011. Don’t worry – that will probably involve lots of Mountain Biking and sitting at Coffee Shops rather than buying a Lamborghini. </p> Anyway – we’re off to Langtang for 10 days of trekking. Bye all! <p> </p><div align="center"> </div><p></p>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104270.post-24772126071753291902010-10-04T14:00:00.003+10:002010-10-04T22:31:28.830+10:00Video UpdateHere's a little video that Di put together. It will be linked from the EWB website soon, but I thought I would give all of my dedicated blog-readers a sneak peak!<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4YAeD3QTaw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4YAeD3QTaw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16590626567174923414noreply@blogger.com2