Mud Run Anyone???

So it's monsoon season...And we needed to hike down the mountain. So we got ready to do just that.  Look so cute 😊

On the other hand I look like a turtle. (but a very cute turtle)

Anyways there were some complications, which were not unforeseen but perhaps underestimated.  

It was like skiing on mud...with heavy packs...and a predisposition to fall on flat non-muddy ground to begin with. We didn't make it very far before we trudged back to our room feeling very defeated (especially since it meant we missed church). 

Then the next day one of the women told us she was going down in the next fifteen minutes and that we could go with her. Thankfully we had not unpacked our bags. We hurried down with our packs and started down the mountain. It was slightly better since it had stopped raining but we still fell...a lot. I'm not going to show you pictures because I don't want to but we were very muddy. For once the people on the bus weren't talking about us because we were white. They were laughing because we were a mess. (This is Jenessa -- one of the boys on the bus asked me pointing to a particularly muddy stop on my pants, how many times I had fallen. I answered with "are you going to laugh". He turned around and few minutes later and said very confidently "I think 20")
BUT we are down in Katmandu and we will be here for the last three weeks of our trip working at a local hospital (more about that later). 

-Keturah, not a hiker due to lack of coordination