I'm back in Kathmandu. Little kids walking across rusted steel bars, policemen demanding money from bus drivers, a child pointing a shiny blue plastic gun at everyone in sight. I am definitely back.
Driving from the airport back to Thamel, after being away in the wilderness for so long, I've truly noticed that cities are alive. They have a rhythm, a pacing, a life of their own. Maybe it just reflects the normalization of certain elements after you get after you reach a certain population.
Moreover, I think I've gotten good at Nepali negotiation; I've been getting Nepali rates on cabs all day. Oh, and Sting was right when he said that Thamel strangely resembles the streets of Blade Runner.
My first meal back here was decadent. Penne pasta salad with balsamic vinaigrette, a hamburger and a Coke. You'll understand with subsequent posts.
I've also claimed my certificate from the NMA. I'll post pictures soon. I know this is all a bit obscure, I know, but I have a lot of writing to do. And you're all probably asleep right now.
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