A conspicuous absence, perhaps unnoticed, but my last statement stands. Delhi is relentless, and so was everywhere else in India I saw. But too short, too short, ever the time was too short.

I am leaving Kathmandu now, with a bittersweet sadness and a promise to return… a promise I made leaving India as well, but one that I now recognise as being potentially a long time in the keeping. An unforeseen problem of traveling is the increasing number of places I want to return to, but I think that Nepal stole my heart as a child and has not let it go since.

It’s like these are places you have to leave before you can write about them. There is too much in an instant, a barrage of the senses, to ever put into ink. With time to process on my flights to Barcelona, I will see what I can come up with.