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Traveling is good. If not, I would not have been in two situations that I shall never forget.

A. We were in Grade 10th (aka school from 6 am to 6 pm) and everyone in our class was super excited to go on a tour to India. At the border, we, in our idotic excitement, clicked selfies and whatnots only to get our phones (especially of our friend with his selfie stick) confisticated, walked over to the Indian border guard official for hours of interrogation one by one (42 of us). They asked funny questions like "Are you Chinese spy?" "How long have you lived in Nepal?" "How much did you get paid for these photos?" etc. Finally we had to sign some papers and the phone of the guy with selfie stick is still in that border post as far I know...They had picked down our bus number and we were stopped at like every checkpoint. Everyone was furious (at ourselves and the Indian border guards and especially at our selfie stick friend) that we decided to scrap tour of India and instead went back to Nepal to visit Bardiya National Park and Lumbini.

B. A few weeks after start of Grade 11, our entire class went to this Phewa Lake in our city. A dozen of us went boating and we were having fun when it got even funnier. One of my friends shouted "Snake! Snake!" and we all were looking around terrified or curious. Turns out the snake was in another boat and belonged to a middle-aged American/European man. Said man was completely naked and playing with his reproductive part. After we had rowed as far as possible away from the man, everyone was cracking vulgar jokes. Then everyone realized we all were suddenly comfortable saying these things in group which had people of both gender. Said incident completely changed everyone of us. From a class of silent students, we are now a group of perverts making one vulgar joke after another everytime.