Day One At our rafting company’s 8 a.m. rendezvous at the Busy Bee Café, I found it odd that the Nepali guides kept asking if we were sure we had enough rum. Once enclosed in the bus I realized that at least one had enough last night, judging from the toxic breath. Our bus (a “video coach”) was made of cardboard-thin tin and the kind of glass that shatters into daggers. The seats were packed […]
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