Ramro Cha

 

The cab from the airport stalled out at every intersection, and every time the driver had to slam to a halt because of a lane splitting motorcyclist or jaywalking pedestrian. He’d jam down on the clutch and twist the keys in the ignition while the dust from the road would settle, revealing a hoard of new and unfamiliar sights - monkeys swinging on powerlines, merchants walking past with fruit balanced on their heads, eight-seat buses packed with fifteen people, easy, hanging off the side doors and into the streets. Stray dogs, everywhere, that kept us up all night with their barking, then lazed around the streets sleeping during the day. We only had about thirty-six hours in Kathmandu before heading out to the countryside, not enough time to get too far outside the area, but lucky for us there was plenty to see nearby. 

 
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