Last moments in Nepal, and Now

I am already ready to leave Delhi and explore the beautiful parts of India. Luckily we are staying in an area that is quite pleasant...it's called Majnu ka Tila, a Tibetan Refugee area. It is much more quiet and calm than a lot of Delhi. We just packed all of our stuff in boxes that we are shipping home. Of course with my luck I was unable to send my computer, so that will be a pain in the arse to carry, but what can you do? It feels really nice to have all of that stuff gone, but also makes us fairly nervous...and it was expensive!!!! But now I only have a half full backpack and laptop, yay. We have to go back to the Vietnam Embassy to pick up our passports because we applied for our visas yesterday.
Tomorrow we will go to Daramsala, a lovely 12 hour bus ride, another major Tibetan refugee area, where the 14th Dali Lama lives.
After that we are not too sure where we are going, maybe to Rajastan to play in the desert and with a sleepy eyed camel.

It feels like Nepal was forever ago, though it was only 2 days ago we left.
That last 1/2 day was amazing and annoying.
The first part of the day was great. After speaking with my mom (it had been quite some time) I jetted over to school. They have an assembly in the morning where they do some movement exercises and sing some songs. Then we said our farewells. It is tradition in the Hindu culture to give Tikka - the red powder - on your face and send blessings when someone departs. For about 20 minutes I (and TJ!!) were being covered with tikka...it started on the forehead, but by the end of it my entire face and neck was covered (TJ still has some red in his beard). I was showered with flowers, garlands, white scarves, presents, drawn pictures, letters, hugs and kisses. It was so great. Such a nice way to say goodbye to those amazing students. I went from class to class telling them I love them and giving my email...when I got to class 7 I bawled, and cried through several other goodbyes. I didn't mean to make anyone else cry, but I did.
Then saying goodbye at my house was nice, simple, and not too emotional...I just have a gut instinct that I will see them again.
Amma (mom) gave us the traditional tikka (this one only on the top of the forehead) and blessings of food - curd and oranges - as well as white scarves. My family was so amazing and I am forever grateful for being able to live in their home and be accepted as a daughter and sister.
ahhhhhh...soo nice.

Then the airport - dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

So...my whole issue with my visa shit that I explain rather thouroughly in past posts.
I get to customs and apparently there is absolutely no communication between the immigration office and the airport. I almost didn't leave Nepal because I was "in the country for 152 days" - which I was not. I was in Nepal for 147 days because I left for Varanasi SO THAT I wouldn't have an issue. Oh It was frustrating as hell. After about an hour or more of explaining again and again my situation I ended up paying $33 for A DAY visa, so that I could leave. Bullshit. But money really talks, well everywhere, especially in developing countries.

So that was the frustration of my last moments in Nepal.
At least I am here, and everything is working as it should right now.