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When we were young, Stuart took all of his children on a walk to the top of Mount Koszciousko. The important thing to come out of the trip wasn't the fact that we made it, but that Milly - who was eight years old - knew more swear words than you could learn being Kevin Rudd's assistant. And that is a lot. Which is the complete opposite of Alaine.

We recently spent two weeks in Nepal and I think the only time I heard her utter anything close to an offensive word was when she saw my face after a run in with a gate at about 3am following a few too many drinks of the local wine. And whisky. And beer. It did confirm something for me though: gates are the natural enemy of drunks and zombies alike. Seriously, watch a zombie movie and they are always thwarted by a gate.

Our trip was fantastic and we did all sorts of trip-like things. These included walking from one place to another, looking at various interesting things and eating food. I'm even going to go back to do the Everest Base Camp trek, if anyone is interested in joining me.

It is also a place where great literature can flourish in a most appropriate manner. In my case, we'd finished the first day of part of our trek and I had with me, as I went to use the squat toilet, the wonderful Christmas present I'd received from Julia: a copy of Grant's favourite novel, "Ulysees". I learned from that point on that each tourist in Nepal must take to the bathroom the right material for the task they are about to perform. And I certainly had that. Thankyou, Julia.

Daniel.