bugger it
I am in Nepal at the moment with Aunt Matilda. A llama has eaten my Hogwarts letter, so I bloody well hope this is what I was supposed to get. Before anyone asks how I managed to pick up a journal in Nepal: Aunt Matilda insisted on stopping in Wizarding Kathmandu to pick it up, as she found the idea quite "charming, if a bit off." She then went on to describe just why it is she finds Dumbledore to be such an amusing man, which I'm sure none of you are interested in hearing about.
Aside from the fact that there are far too many llamas near my tent for my liking, I'm having a grand time here. The mountains are absolutely gorgeous...but the llamas. Merlin, do they ever stink.
And Aunt Matilda just hit me for saying Merlin. I swear, that woman - ow. She's done it again. But really, she has quite the oddest sensibilities of any woman I have ever had the pleasure (or displeasure, as the case may be) of meeting. Though with Aunt Matilda it is always a pleasure.
This hiking stint in Nepal was actually her idea, though why she felt the need to go marching about Nepal at (she's going to hit me again for writing this) age 54, I have no idea. (And for those of you waiting with bated breath, she did, indeed, clobber me with a stick, though it was just about the ribs this time, and not nearly so hard as the one before that, which was delivered at my head.)
We will be returning to Janakpur, India in a few days, and from there we'll be traveling to New Dehli so that Aunt Matilda might dine with some friends of her's. Needless to say, I will probably be bored stiff, but at least the conversation has a chance of being inetersting. Nothing is ever truly boring with Aunt Matilda around.
I'm off to bed...or at least, I will be trying to ignore the braying of the llamas outside my tent with my eyes closed and pretending to sleep.
-Gabriel
Aside from the fact that there are far too many llamas near my tent for my liking, I'm having a grand time here. The mountains are absolutely gorgeous...but the llamas. Merlin, do they ever stink.
And Aunt Matilda just hit me for saying Merlin. I swear, that woman - ow. She's done it again. But really, she has quite the oddest sensibilities of any woman I have ever had the pleasure (or displeasure, as the case may be) of meeting. Though with Aunt Matilda it is always a pleasure.
This hiking stint in Nepal was actually her idea, though why she felt the need to go marching about Nepal at (she's going to hit me again for writing this) age 54, I have no idea. (And for those of you waiting with bated breath, she did, indeed, clobber me with a stick, though it was just about the ribs this time, and not nearly so hard as the one before that, which was delivered at my head.)
We will be returning to Janakpur, India in a few days, and from there we'll be traveling to New Dehli so that Aunt Matilda might dine with some friends of her's. Needless to say, I will probably be bored stiff, but at least the conversation has a chance of being inetersting. Nothing is ever truly boring with Aunt Matilda around.
I'm off to bed...or at least, I will be trying to ignore the braying of the llamas outside my tent with my eyes closed and pretending to sleep.
-Gabriel