One of our favorite artists and art lovers sends us her dispatches from the country with the highest percentage of Hindus and highest point on Earth.
As a kid I assumed I would die before the age of 30; it was just one of those things that’s hard for a kid to imagine being. I turned 30 today, and, um, nope, I’m still alive!! I feel lucky to be in Nepal for this auspicious day, a place I call home, where I said namaste to my virginity, where marijuana grew in the backyard, and where chickens ran around in alleyways. Rather than this being a “Lonely Planet” journal entry and me suggesting the top ten places to check out, or what-not-to-do-to—avoid-offending-Hindus, Ima try something new. Today I talk about luggage. It’s a beautiful thing. We all have it, we try to reduce it, we hate it, but we need it, and I mean, we even made it into a metaphor. While staring at the tweaked out conveyor belt at the Tribuvan airport in Kathmandu, annoyed that my bag was obviously coming last, I started noticing the luggage… um, art?!! The beautiful packages sprinkled amongst the dull assortment of people’s shit—so carefully packed and tied up—made me feel good and so happy to be home. They are wonderful in so many ways. Ima bite this: what’s up 2013?! Luggage art!!