I think Im going to Kathmandu.

Suddenly the silly old Bob Seger song is beginning to have a personal feeling to it. Good grief.

I think I'm going to Katmandu,that's really, really where I'm going to.

If I ever get out of here,that's what I'm gonna do.

K-K-K-K-K-Katmandu,I think that's where I'm going to.If I ever get out of here,I'm going to Katmandu.

I got no kick against the west coast;Warner Brothers are such good hosts.I raise my whiskey glass and give them a toast,I'm sure they know it's true.

I got no rap against the southern states.Every time I've been there it's been great.But now I'm leaving and I can't be lateand to myself be true.

That's why I'm going to Katmandu,up to the mountains where I'm going to.

And if I ever get out of here,that's what I'm gonna do.K-K-K-K-K-Katmandu,

that's really, really where I'm going to,oh,

if I ever get out of here I'm going to Katmandu.

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However, I would like to think the song(s) in our head(s), we will be going with, are going to be something completely different. Anyway, Bonn HQ has finalised the selection and I am scanning birth certificates and wondering whether I will have to get someone to marry me very quickly, as they are also requesting my marriage certificate? Volunteers? The plumber from work might go for it. Just that I don't want to go for it.

All seems incredibly distant, Maybe because Nepal is. The date of departure, even still unclear, may not be though.