“Why Kathmandu?” you might reasonably ask.
Well, I’ll tell you what I told my mom.
I’m going to ride an elephant through the Nepali jungle searching for Bengal tigers and the lost city of Shangri La. I will name the elephant Theodore. After Theodore and I do the whole finding-Shangri La thing, I will feed him a peanut, and sign up for snake-charming school. It’s okay, new students generally practice with cobras who’ve had their fangs removed, so although I’ll get bitten a lot, I probably won’t die.
In the event that I do die, let this be my final will and testament:
I leave Theodore, my elephant brother from another mother, all of my worldly possessions, including my entire collection of My Little Pony stick-on tattoos.
Also, this is appropriate: