Blonde Bushes

So I shed a lot. I am always losing hair, and I think since coming to Nepal the problem has gotten worse. Furthermore, since I am the only blonde person in sight, when I lose my hair it is very very obvious that it is my hair and I simply cannot deny that I am balding. So when I was on the bus the other day and looking around I realized that my hair was everywhere. There was a blonde hair hanging off the seat in front of me and a blonde hair on my neighbor's bag. As the man standing up next to me got off the bus I has to reach out and grab a blonde hair sticking to the pocket of his trousers. It got me thinking, imagine if strands of hair were like seeds. Wherever they landed a large tree would grow. I would single handedly be responsible for blonding the Nepalese landscape. All the blonde bushes you saw, you could attribute to my locks. It's heartwarming really. But since my shedding hair does nothing but decorate mens' trousers, I suppose I will have to shed in vein.

Another random thought: Nepal smells like bbq pork. Except on occasion when it smells like goat poop.