God, the Mechanic

I recently watched 180 Degrees South for the first time.

Yes, I know it’s 2017 and everyone and their grandparents have already watched Jeff Johnson’s documentary.


There was a quote Yvon Chouinard, founder of Patagonia, that has seriously stuck with me.

“The word ‘adventure’ has just gotten overused. For me, adventure is when everything goes wrong. That’s when the adventure starts.”

This simple quote has made me reevaluate the “adventures” I have been a part of.

Sure, I’ve done some pretty crazy things. Like moving to Australia without knowing anyone and with a grand total of fifty dollars in my bank account…

Or wrestling that Grizzly Bear last summer.

Okay that last thing did not really happen, but I’ve done some neat things in the course of my life.

But for the most part I wouldn’t say that everything has went wrong…

I can’t say that anymore.

This was a day I was looking forward to.

Biking from Pokhara to a small village that has a series of crystal pools and a tiered waterfall at the top of a very large hill.

The plan was to grab lunch along the way and spend the day wadding in crystal clear water.

We rented bikes, well  Simon rented a bike and Gab rented a scooter.

Gab was happy to be in control of the scooter and free from Simon’s “reckless driving.”

Rule number 1 to traveling with guys:

Don’t let them plan meals.

Everything was closed and we only managed to stock up on water.

I’m a little bit intense when it comes to food. I get very hangry and there is a direct correlation between my stomach and my entire persona.

Anyway, I survived.

We made it to the pools and I was blown away by the immense beauty that stood around me and by the freezing water… Was not expecting Canadian temperatures in Nepal.

We headed back to our bikes with sun burns, empty stomachs and a day well lived.

Once I was happily seated on the back of the bike, Simon realized he had lost the key.

Rule number two to traveling with boys:

Don’t leave them in charge of important things, like keys.

We all set out to look for the gray key in a field of gray rock. Perfect.

I immediately started asking the Spirit to reveal the key to me and instantly my eyes fell upon the key. Thank you Jesus!

We set off towards Pokhara only to find that Gab’s scooter had lost all power.

Adventure is that you?

Luckily (or not so luckily), Simon had broken down in the same spot one year earlier.

We rode three to one on Simon’s bike to the mechanics house as Nepali children stared at us with amusement and confusion.

Simon set off with the mechanic and Gab and I were left to wander through the village in a search of food.

AND we sure did find it.

In fact we not only got a plate full of arguably the best chow mien I’ve ever had, but I also got a list of suitable matches for marriage from a local man.

I declined… so your girl is still on the market.

Gab and I set off towards Simon flanked by a group of young children with an appetite for sweets and all of the right tools to manipulate tourists.

At first, they were cute and about an hour in all I wanted to do was shake them off of us, but Simon came to the rescue by tickling them and wrestling with them.

Finally we were ready to head home!

I leaned into Simon and told him how God could have fixed the scooter, but if He would have, we wouldn’t have been able to bless that mechanic with our payment and we would have missed out on the beauty of the village and its people.

About five minutes into this praise filled ride, Gab crashed his bike.

Gab’s leg was running with blood and there were quite a few visible scratches on his scooter.

Luckily Gab had a first aid kit handy is his backpack.

Rule number 3 with traveling with boys:

Don’t underestimate their preparedness.

Of course when we were five minutes away from dropping of our bikes, Gab’s died again.

As the French say, C’est le vie, at least we found an unexpected day full of “adventures.”