Maybe my parents cursed me by giving me an early taste for travel. Shortly after I was born in Tokyo I was whisked away to San Francisco. A lot of back-and-forth between Asia and America followed, making me feel not quite at home wherever I was. Now as an aspiring travel writer, some might say I’m acting out my inner child’s search for home. Others would say screw that; travel is just plain fun.

Nepal is the first third-world country I’ve ever lived in. Of Yaks and Yetis is a toast to this bacon-slice-shaped country—a country that has fascinated me with its myths, frustrated me with its flaws, and welcomed me without reserve. Here’s to strangers in strange lands.

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