Himalaya | The Roofs of Kathmandu

Remember this post on a disasterous trip with Turkish Airlines? I will certainly never forget it. One other thing I will never forget is the spectacular view of the Himalayan range Mr.B. and I got to enjoy over some stale Turkish Airlines cheese sandwiches. This mountain range is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It soars high above the clouds and you cannot but wonder whether the scene you’re looking at is real. It looks like a painting. It looks unbelievable. It looks…it looks… I am at loss of words. Without further ado, enjoy these spectacular images – one good thing that came out of our travels with Turkish Airlines.

Can you believe this view?

Ignore the wing. It’s not worth your attention.

I cannot see a more fitting time to officially open this blog than the day I gave in my resignation at work. In a little bit over a month I will be on a flight to Kathmandu to (semi)permanently settle there. I still remember being in 7th grade and bringing home a copy of a magazine called Croatian geography which, that month, featured a huge story on Nepal and Tibet. I knew nothing about those countries, but I was so mesmerized by the article that I must’ve read it at least 10 times. I knew it by heart and I thought that traveling in that exotic part of the world is a dream that would never come true for me. I never even considered it twice.

Boudhanath

In one of those crazy twists and turns of life I, not only ended up traveling there several times, but even married a Nepali guy, Mr.B. Whenever I retell the story of my fascination with a magazine article about Nepal I like to stress out to Mr.B. that I did not marry him just because he was from Nepal. In fact, when I met him and liked him I didn’t even know he was Nepali. I thought he was Canadian. Because why else would this American-looking, perfect accent guy attend an international student orientation at the US university. The only logical explanation for me at the moment was that he is Canadian. Well, it turned out he was not Canadian. It also turned out that he lived across the parking lot from me, and that he liked me enough to take me out for coffee more than once. Not only that, but he was also hilarious and had me laughing all the time which made me fall head over heels for him and marry him 7 years later.

We have been married for almost a year now, and for the past four years we have lived apart, dealing with all the struggles of a long distance relationship. In some ways we are grateful for the distance because we learned so much about each other, and ourselves through the separation. However, it’s now time to finally be together and start our life as a married couple. Dice have been cast and I am to pack my suitcases and head over to Nepal. It is an exciting moment of my life and I cannot wait to see how it will unfold. The Roofs of Kathmandu will follow me on my adventures through the married life in a land of yaks, yeti, rhododendrons and Himalayas.