“Himal do you actually know where we are?” I asked nervously. The sun was setting and it was starting to get below 10 degrees. We made our way into a forest, the wind was rustling the leaves overhead and the endless amount of trees made getting our bearings impossible. This was on the way to my second placement in the nunnery at Bigu. It was the first time I was ever scared in my two months in Nepal. Himal and I were fully ready to sleep in the jungle. We brought supplies that made our packs so much heavier than they should have been.