
Sprawl. that’s what I noticed about Kathmandu right away. The buildings look like someone threw a bucket of dice onto the countryside and they sprouted where they landed. The ride from the airport is interesting for the drivers constant vigilance for speeding busses, bicycles, and lounging cows, holy in Nepal.










Not far from Kathmandu is the village of Baktapur, which has all the cultural delights of the capital, and very little of the crowding, activity, and noise.





The brochure promised “breath-taking views.” Eight travellers and myself, followed by twenty-five staff, endure a harrowing trek up to 5100 meters, mostly through the clouds. Read the daily account if you dare.


