All the bags arrived in Kathmandu and we found the hotel in a maze of streets. Every shop is a trekking shop, or a Buddhist trinket store or a painted mandala gallery seemingly an endless stream of icons, stray dogs, honking horns and hands imploring you to buy something. We are suddenly the sole economy of the district, Trekkers, climbers,seekers of Hindu and Buddhist gods, exotic gods offering the promise of enlightenment and spirit in endless reproductions. What is the dream that feeds our romantic trek to the Nepals of our imagination?
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| leaving amsterdam |
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| mark studying map |
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| the chris contemplating the streets of kathmandu |
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| steri-pen the tea |
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| the blue door |
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| the blue billboards kathmandu airport |
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| rickshaw meditation |
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| kathmandu garden |
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| this is electricity |
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| kathmandu children |
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| collection of icons |
I love the steripen! Why didn't we take one of those to Peru? Oh yes, I suppose it won't work on mystery meat. It was so good though...
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