Return Trip: Final Day

Traveling around with Tora everywhere including having him sit at my table when I eat at outdoor cafes, reminds me of a really strange guy we met in Kathmandu. He was wearing a plastic garbage bag and if I recall correctly he had one on his dog as well. The whole time we (Guy and Mikey and I) sat at that cafe, the dude carried on a conversation with himself or his dog. I wonder if I am getting like him...
The trip back was long, hot and uneventful. Made it back home around 6:45pm despite a traffic jam on the bridge.