Travel days on the World Race are never easy and rarely short. I mentioned in my last blog that I was sick at our end of India debrief, well that included our travel day to Nepal. We had to leave the convent (yeah, fun fact: we had our debrief at a convent in India, complete with nuns. Nuns are really quiet, Racers are not.) Anyhow, we had to head to the airport at 1:00am. My delhi belly was gone by this point, but I had a nice, nauseating migraine in it’s place. It was ridiculous. Before getting on the bus I took a migraine pill =]
So, I slept all the way to the airport, I slept outside on the sidewalk while waiting for people to decide which door we needed to go in, I slept on the floor of the waiting area, and I slept in the line to check in. When we got to security, I had left my multi-tool in my daypack. Opps. So, the security lady proceeded to take out everything from my bag and run it through the x-ray individually. At this point I am on the floor laying down, saying, “Just take it all! I don’t care, I just want to go.” I finally got through and found another spot on the floor to sleep. When it was time to board the plane I gave the lady by boarding pass, walked down the flight of stairs and made my way towards the plane. But this was India, nothing is easy in India. There was another security guard at the entrance to the place checking security tags and my pillow didn’t have one. I had to go back up the stairs to security and get one. What? That’s absurd. I took two steps to the left, put my blanket over my head and started to cry. It was not my best moment, I am 25 years old, standing in an airport with a pink striped blanket pulled over my head bawling like a 2 year old. Yep. This is what my life has come to. My absolutely wonderful squadmate, Jamie, who was also my security point hero, came to my rescue, took the tag off her bag and put it on my pillow and I showed the guard and he let me on. Which is ridiculous because clearly I didn’t go back to security! But all he wanted to see was the tag. Anyhow, when I was finally on the plane, I proceeded to sleep again. By the time we arrived in Nepal I was feeling much better, so now for the actual point of this blog: NEPAL.
As I stepped off the plane in Kathmandu I felt something settle. Something in my spirit just settled into place and I knew that this would not be my last time in Nepal. I’m not saying, “I’m called to Nepal forever.” I just know that God has something for me here, I have something to release into this place, and it is going to take more than a few weeks to accomplish it. I haven’t had something like that happen to be before so I’m excited to press into that and to really seek what God has for me in this place. The beauty of this place is incredible and after the intense heat of India in May, the 85 degree weather of Nepal in June is a welcomed relief.
