9a.m the day Alexandra arrives.

I'm waiting on Kathmandu to wake up and then I can try to organise for a member of the GEOS project to deliver some mics and a cable to Alexandra before she leaves for Dehli. Skype has been my biggest weapon in this battle to try and get this trip happening. I'm keenly waiting on something to pop up in my gmail inbox telling me, its okay we've sorted something out.

Meanwhile how big a filthy stereotype tourist am I? Around the other side of the world and I'm in a a cafe on a laptop hiding from the world outside. The world of monolithic graves made of marble and families deforming their children for life to make a dollar off you. Its a world of wonder and a different world altogether. While I'm not dropping my rupees into any hand fixed at a reflex angle, I feel nothing but compassion for those at the bottom of the social ladder of a country whose values stop it coming together to help everyone. The resources of a billion people and you've got to see the result of selfish enterprise for yourself. We're no better though, I wasn't concerned about the origin of the beans in my coffee or the condition of the poor guy who harvested them. I wasn't too worried about anything but the price when I bought the computer this is written, not the temperature in china where it was made but thats okay because it was 'Designed in california'

What do you do? Be an armchair activist? Sell everything and give the money all away and put yourself in the low position? I don't know, if I find an answer I'll be sure to shout it from the rooftops for you.