I may have had one of the coolest thanksgivings I have very had. When home in Chicago this day could consist of a Thanksgiving hockey tourney, some friendly family ping pong in the garage, maybe even a game of football in the park. However, this day is always identified with an unreal meal cooked by the best mom in the world. We did none of these things.
Our thanksgiving took place on the Nepal Tibet boarder during the heart of operation Kathamndu-it. The day started off with a trek down the mountain across a sweet Indiana Jones bridge.
When then took a trip up the road about an hour and a half to one of the pastor’s home villages where we would be staying for the next three nights. The best part of the bus trip was that the bus was full so we got to ride on top with all of our packs. I have never been to Peru, but I am pretty sure that I have seen scenarios, that look a lot like this one, go very go very wrong on the history channel before. That being said, it was pretty sweet.
After we got settled in, we got to go to the hot springs and relax before a thanksgiving dinner. Now, I have to remind you that the last time I showered was in Romania. Fifty one days of no shower came to a screeching halt at those glorious hot springs, and the past record of a twenty eight day record from a former squad leader shattered.
Thanks giving dinner consisted of chicken momos, which are basically the Nepalese version of pot stickers, and some sort of chicken fried rice with a hard boiled egg chopped up on top. Pretty delicious.
