The painful bing bong music at the other end stops, the phone begins to ring. Finally, I think to myself, it rings, and it rings and it rings. After 20 minutes I hang up and try again. The man tells me to call back on Tuesday at three, my heart sinks for the 100th time. After making more then 2000 calls to the embassy I decide that it is time to let go and get on the road. With time ticking past and the summer waiting in the Himalayas, I can not afford to wait any longer. Tomorrow is the day...