In which normality is restored

Nika attempting to preserve her remaining dignity...

...and Joshan and Ryan forgetting they have dignity to preserve.

We left India about 3 days ago now, which seems like sufficient time to have a bit of perspective on the last 7 weeks. Scarily enough, the most difficult thing about coming home was wearing normal clothes again and not talking about bowel movements over the dinner table. (Apparently I have the right to remain silent, and I should start taking that into account). Our last few days in Nepal/India were pretty intense - lots of firsts and lasts, including (for the girls in Pokhara) skinny dipping, paragliding and riding in a pick up truck under the Nepali stars. The guys had a 'man's weekend', including massages, shopping and trying on dresses. (I'm so pleased I'm not joking.)
I tried to weedle some final thoughts/defining moments out of the team as a whole, and was presented with the following:
Ryan: "I'd rather be a momo than a daal."
Nika: The time a taxi nearly drove into her, and in response to violent swearing, was greeted with 'Namaste!'
Joshan: Wanted a picture of him showing his nipples, accompanied by 'Take a good look at these cos it's the last you'll see of them'. Instead, it might be better to just mention Joshan's Tour of Smells across the sub-continent. You're welcome.

Just want to finish by saying a big thank you to everyone who has followed the blog and also to all the parents who put up with our constant whining over the last 7 weeks. It's been massively appreciated. And we'll try to keep the Gap Yah comments/in-jokes to a minimum.

Love and snuggles from everyone on RTP 2013 :)