The Host's Kurta
Nowhere (and loving it).
It took three planes, a bus, a raft, and a very long walk to make it here. At this point, I’m not even sure where I am—the Andes? Nepal? Something like that.
My host, a man of small stature but robust spirit, greets me. He’s wearing a long, collarless shirt called a Kurta with a rather dandy sports jacket and ascot. He’s slightly dirty and smells like a bonfire. I’ll soon realize that there’s always a fire somewhere on the property—for warmth, cooking, conversation, and entertainment (it was TV before TV).
Nineteen days later, I’ve learned a few things about cooking, carpentry, how long I can go without a cellphone (and bathing), and that drinking from the purest lake on earth has both positive and negative effects on the gut.
After backtracking to the real world in my Kurta (a loaner), I am imbued with the aroma of fire, which, at this point, is lost on me (I’m used to the smell by now), but is clearly causing discomfort to my fellow travelers. Their grimaces force me to question my path in life and whether it’s too late to get back on the road less traveled.
The Host’s Kurta (No. 5656). Kurta means “collarless shirt.” You’ll find it works amazingly well by itself or dressed up with a jacket. It’s slightly longer than normal but can still be tucked in (I recommend wearing it out). Linen and cotton blend. Contrasting hidden placket stops at waist. Contrasting black shell buttons. Visible button on collar band. Button and tab on sleeve for rolled-up option. Made in India.