3/17/2016
Fuuuuuck me. Kathmandu is amazing. Makes the “four hour
flight next to a toddler” worth it kind of amazing. So much trash and pollution
and stress.
Earthquake definitely had an effect. So much reconstruction.
So much pride, women in heels and me with sweat pouring off as I walk up a hill
where the street has been shaved up and tarred down.
Gigantic boogers from the smog. Lot of citizens are
following the way of the ninja. I love it.
Taxi ride was amazing. Conned a tout to show me where my
hotel was hidden in the back streets. It feels great to sit in a sit I don’t
have to shrink into. I can almost feel the building sway from up here.
Maybe
that’s just from the dehydration. Letting the chlorine pill in my water bottle
do its work, then out I go for a few. – 7:22p
Stumbled my way through the backstreets. So much crammed
into so little. Shops everywhere like madness hocking the same kitschy stuff as
the one three doors down. Tons of North Face shops.
Found an Irish pub, had a Gorkha and a Tully. Sat down with the owner and her friends. One of them is moving back to Kansas City with her husband in the coming months. Out of the frying pan and into the deserted wasteland of cults and extremists. Small world. – 11:21p
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