Just when I wonder why...

I love my job and mostly I feel very blessed to have the life I do, however, when the materials are stuck at the Indian border yet again, another political party has called a bandh (strike) in Nepal and all the roads are closed, the shipment has been delayed, customers are shouting for their bags and worst of all, the british press is scare mongering everyone with the doom and gloom of the credit crunch, I do sometimes wonder why I started this. Surely, having a regular 9-5 job, a stable salary, leisure time and some sort of quality of life was a whole lot easier than this?

But then it's time to visit the production centre in Nepal again.

After battling across Kathmandu in the pollution choked traffic, dodging cows and dogs, near misses with a dozen bicyles and half an hour of trying to hold a conversation in my pidgeon Nepali with the taxi driver, I pull up outside the new centre to be greated by a excited chorus of "Emma Sister" and a sea of smiling faces leaning out of the windows to greet me.

I don't need any more than this to remind me why.