'Eaaaagggggllllleeeee'

Foreword – the following prose was written whilst I was still in Nepal. We have now arrived safe and sound back in England. I am chillin’, like a boss. 

In the past two weeks Denny has become an anti-establishment renegade rock ‘n’ roll star. I think it may have had something to do with the shades.

During our time at the school, me and Denny have found our true calling in life. The culmination of a spiritual journey, a voyage of the mind and soul, the end of the long and winding road. We were apprehensive at first, but that soon changed. There was one look. Just one look. As if to say, ‘this is in our blood. This – this is it’. One look, and we knew. We were born for this, baby. At the moment, that precise moment in time and space, the path of history changed forever. We played table tennis. We set the universe alight with our ridiculously sick table tennis skills. The ball, like a storm in the high seas, travelled at semi-impossible trajectories and speeds. Our true potential had awoken – we were awesome. Totally awesome.

During our last week, the school had a short vacation which meant we had time free to spend with some of the people who have made our stay in Nepal so memorable. A lot of chillaxing, amongst the mountain scenery and sweet, green grass. Sweet is a metaphor. I don’t eat grass, regardless of what the Daily Mail may have said. 

One of our many excursions this week included a day trip to the Safari Park in Fuchsia City. There, we saw the usual suspects; Rhydons, Parados, Mankeys, Nidorans, Kevin Spacey etc. Thankfully one of our companions had a Lapras so we did abit of Surfing whilst we were there. Good times. On another note, I have completed my team with a Psyduck. Lad. Denny has Blastoise. I know -I’d choose Psyduck over Blastoise any day as well.

On the way home from Fuchsia City, we decided the Bicycle Route was too arduous, so we got the bus instead. It turned out to be an inspired choice. Having had a bit of a craic with the bus driver, he decided it was time to release the beast inside and started playing a western popular music CD on the bangin’ sound system. Before we knew it, Eminem was rappin’ about his arson plans, Rhianna fell in love with Pinocchio, J-Lo confirmed she was indeed a real person, Blue neglected the importance of safe drinking water, a balanced diet and economic stability, instead claiming that one love would suffice, and finally Robbie Williams stripped to his bare bones and sang about geological formations playing music. More good times.

As it was our last week here, many goodbyes were said. Some tears were shed. Several people hosted leaving parties for me and Denny, such was the impression we made in our short time here, but rather annoyingly Cindy decided to steal our thunder by hogging the limelight, making speeches, receiving gifts and crying.

Our experience at the school and the children’s home I will re-tell hopefully sooner rather than later, but stay tuned. All I will say is that goodbye, not sorry, is the hardest word.

Also, Denny was hit by a motorcycle. No sh*****g. A dead leg, some grazes and cuts, a slightly dented mac and a glorious pirouette later, Denny was A-O.K. Although the idiot didn’t even bother to stop, we got the last laugh – he had lost his food shopping.