Travel changes you. Everywhere leaves you with a sense of that place, which is often at odds with what we think we know. Jhapa District in eastern Nepal is a different kind of assault on the senses. You remember the humidity and sweat - it never leaves. The insects and the cacophony of the jungle. Tumultuous tempest skies, the black of night lit by distant firelight, the livestock and the foul. You remember the downpours and the moths to a flame, the streams of people hustling for home at dusk.
If everywhere smelled and sounded and felt the same, I suppose we would stay at home - what would be the point? But if you close your eyes and let this new environment wash over you, there are always enough clues that you took a plane around the world and landed in a different place.