Namaste road sister, I knew you would find yourself in there somewhere.

1988 is a long time ago, but some memories are made to stay forever.

It's Saturday morning in Kathmandu. Incent sticks burning, temple bells ringing, and motorbike engines soaring ❤️.

I am at peace in my heart ❤️.

On the next occasion I will take out my poste restante letters of those days when we were writing like devils.

We need to meet one day, Rebecca, and exchange road sister stories face to face and in depth.

Sending you lots of love wrapped in prayer flags ❤️