Karen Ramsay ponders the big question.
Since getting back from Nepal I haven’t done much riding, and I haven’t found anyone at work yet to offer any sympathy for this plight. There’s nothing like long-service leave and a holiday to get your colleagues jealous.
They’re probably a bit tired of asking me what’s up every time I gasp or chuckle out of the blue and I say, “I was just remembering the time in Nepal that little wet chicken I was holding jumped into the fire and I rescued it,” or, “I was just thinking about the time in Nepal I crossed my first swing bridge and how it left me on a high for the rest of the day.”