Twenty hours of flying. Then the bush.

Hmmm…….

Bonus: No mention of man eating insects…

Upon arriving in Delhi we cleared immigration and customs with ease, notwithstanding a visible, although not overbearing, military presence.

We were whisked off to The Leela Kempinski Gurgaon in one of the hotel's fleet of luxury BMW 7 series vehicles.

The hotel had a palpable security infrastructure including a guarded vehicle entrance, metal detectors and baggage x-ray.

I was greeted upon setting foot in the lobby by affable, attractive, young Indian woman, Neema Sagar.

After a greeting, Añjali Mudrā – a slight bow made with hands pressed together, palms touching and fingers pointed upwards, in front of the chest, Neema offered a traditional Indian welcome which included incense and a finger of crushed rose petal touched to my brow. The expected front desk, check in process was non existent, requiring only a glance at my passport.

The Leela is a spectacular hotel, beautifully appointed in every way. Shallow pools adorn the expansive lobby, bordering elevated seating areas. Every interaction with hotel staff began with Añjali Mudrā.

Neema escorted me to my room to ensure the accommodations were to my satisfaction. The only thing missing was a twinkling eyed offer of a "Jameson, rocks – splash of water."

In the future yet somehow decades behind…

Kathmandu is a dirty city. Literally, there is dirt everywhere. A city wide street widening effort compounds the proliferation of earth even to paved surfaces. Piles of dirt, bricks and dotted trash are everywhere. The air quality, already suspect, is further exacerbated by dust and dirt. A haze of pollution floats above the city. It is as third world as you can envision.

To call the pace of the city frenetic would be an understatement. For every car there seems to be a hundred motorcycles / scooters. Traffic control is non existent. Streets are chaotic, teeming, choked with pedestrians, bicycles, carts, cars and motorcycles. It was not uncommon to see small vans with ten or twelve passengers, stuffed to the proverbial gills. The cacophony of car horns is constant during the daytime.

Late night is amazingly quiet, tranquil…

Passage into eternal life in Nepal is a public affair. The first shoot for the show was Pashupati Nath temple. The temple is sacred for Hindus. Non-Hindus are forbidden from entering the temple. A peer into the sanctuary reveals a giant golden bull that worshipers encircle in benediction.

Non Hindus are welcome to receive a blessing from local swamis.

Death in Hinduism is the transmigration of the soul from one state to another. The vehicle, in most instances, is cremation, providing detachment of the soul from the body. After a series of rituals a pyre is prepared most, commonly at riverside, on which the corpse is laid. The pyre is then set alight with a flaming torch. Death, under any circumstances, is an emotional experience even as an outsider.

At Pashupati this is not only a public affair but a tourist attraction. As such it is a magnet for commerce, very aggressive commerce.

Billy and the crew took in half the day capturing all aspects.

It was over drinks, of course.

Jon — It started with Jon Miceler, a Pittsburgh native and my boarding school buddy. We remained good friends post-high school, spending a couple of summers together in Boulder, Colorado with our fellow Tilton School compatriot, Tom "Uncle Cleatus" Durham, among other life-long friends. Upon graduating from Boulder, Jon ventured off / escaped to Asia, going on to found and operate High Asia, an adventure travel and trekking guide company. Jon's time in Nepal, Burma / Myanmar, India and China afforded him unparalleled access to remote regions, deep cultural knowledge, fluency in Chinese and substantive relationships in places where few Westerners had occasion to visit. Jon returned to the US with his Chinese bride and assumed the role of Director of Himalayan Affairs for the World Wildlife Fund (WWF).

Billy — Next is Billy Bush, who I met when his early radio career – hosting a mid-day classic rock jock on WARW 94.7 – brought him to Washington, DC. Mutual friends, houses around the corner, spectacularly hot girlfriends (which we each married), and little fear of an adult beverage rapidly formed a great friendship dotted with seminal life moments. Billy's career ascension, expeditious and well deserved, is also well documented.

Howard — Enter Howard Owens, president of National Geographic Channels, who Billy introduced me to. An A+ man, Howard was dispatched to DC from Los Angeles, upon taking the NatGeoTV helm. Howard's Hollywood creds include The Biggest Loser, Master Chef and The Office. He arrived in the DC months in advance of relocating his family. Being that Billy, Howard and I are huge fans of the NY Giants, Billy felt it was important that Howard have a fellow G-men compatriot in the land of the Redskins. Sundays were spent with Howard watching games, culminating in the Giants Super Bowl victory over the New England Patriots (for the second time).

Going back to drinks. I caught Jon for dinner on one of his occasional returns to WWF's DC HQ. Over a bite and general catch up, laughter at the good old days, Jon mentioned the need to find a recognizable voice to help raise awareness of abominable illicit animal trade, pervasive in Asia.

We retreated to my home and shared our conversations with my wife, Stephanie. After sharing initial celebrity suggestions, Steph quickly, and decisively, set us on the right path, "Billy". Two national TV shows, 100+ radio stations and an indomitable personality instantly made Billy a great potential candidate.

The next fit was a natural, Howard and NatGeoTV. Jon and I returned to Georgetown's Peacock Cafe, where Howard joined us and the concept of Billy Bush and Wild Nepal was born. Now, we just needed Billy on board. After a furious email exchange, Jon was dispatched to LA to meet Billy and solidify his commitment.

As the video above testifies, Jon's trip was successful.

Dwarika's Hotel is an oasis from dust, noise and general insanity of Kathmandu.

A nondescript frontage belies the tranquility that lies within. A single, guarded doorway provides entry to a beautiful courtyard. An elevated, outdoor living room, flanked by several plush seating areas, steps down to the larger courtyard.

In the late 1950s, Dwarika Das Shrestha bought the land upon which The Dwarika's Hotel is now located and built a small home.

The Dwarika's Hotel was registered in 1977. The idea behind the hotel was to revive the architectural splendour of the valley. All the terracotta work was made in the valley, using local clay and skills. Dwarika Das Shrestha and his wife also incorporated elements of Nepal's diverse cultural heritage, including those from beyond the valley, when designing the rooms. The furniture was crafted by families of traditional carpenters, and the linen, textiles and embroideries were hand woven and used Nepali patterns. In all purposes, Dwarika Das Shrestha took the best of Nepali culture and presented it in a way that had not been seen before.

Sangita Shrestha, Dwarika's daughter, family now operates the hotel.

We enjoyed several drinks discussing the hotel's history, appointments and Newari culture while Widespread Panic's Diner, Ride Me High and Red Hot Mama serenaded the room (I could not help myself).

After filming scenes at the Katmandu temple, perusing the street bazaar and enjoying a couple exceptional nights at Dwarika's (did I mention former President Jimmy Carter was a fellow guest?), we headed back to Kathmandu airport for a short flight on Buddha Air to Chitwan Airport.

Chitwan National Park is Nepal's first National Park and a World Heritage Site. Covering 360 square miles, it is located in the subtropical Inner Terai lowlands of south-central Nepal in the Chitwan District. In the protected northern and western areas, the Narayani-Rapti river system forms a natural boundary to human settlements.

Our temporary home, bordering Chitwan on the Rapti River, is the rustic Safari Narayani Lodge. Perched on a bluff above the river the lodge, it is comfortable for being deep in the bush.

The lodge is comprised of a main building, a tile floor, and covered deck steps that leads to a stone covered plateau, which offered a panoramic view of the grasslands and the river. We rest our heads in bungalows surrounding the main building, each with twin beds, hard as your kitchen counter, and a bathroom that comprises of a toilet, sink and shower all in one space. Hot water is available for 90 minutes, starting at 5:30 pm. Since the temperature soars into the high 90s, a cold shower is not necessarily unwelcome.

Meals, served as buffet, are delicious. Evenings, after long days, are wallowed away over great meals, the local lagers "Gorkha" or "Everest," my trusty Jameson – until the bottle was gone after one big feed and endless laughter. Mealtime is when we review the day, and get clued in on the next day's briefing.

Our first full day in the bush found us teamed up with park officials, the Nepali army and a phalanx of Pachyderm. It was clear, at this juncture, that we had especially unique access to people, practices, procedures and remote regions of the park. Tourist time was over.

The challenge with remote access was often getting there. The roads of the Chitwan District and the park are a combination of potholed asphalt, dirt, gravel and sand. The torrential rains and flooding of an annual monsoon season leaves the roads perennially, and deeply, pockmarked. Even a brief car ride was a good shake. A couple hours in a largely suspension-less truck was organ rattling, bone jarring.

The mission of the morning was "the sweep," a multi-elephant patrol of a specific area of the park in search of undocumented animals, flora / fauna inventory and evidence of poaching activity.

For this trip several of us went bareback on our elephants, abandoning the stand, or huta, in trade for a folded blanket as a seat and ropes as our stabilizers / handholds. We learned from the seasoned WWF team that sidesaddle was the most comfortable way to go.