Kathmandu and Nepal assume a mythic place in popular culture; between Bob Seeger’s 70s crooning “I’m going to Kathmandu” and as a gateway city to the jagged Himalayan peaks, the city’s a confluence of cultures swirls among its dusty, rutted streets.
Often no wider than a ford Escort and maybe a pedestrian on bicycle, surprises tease Kathmandu’s explorers (read travelers) and aimless wanders (of which I fall into both groups).
When walking by temples, Nepali Buddhists make absolutions and place chalk on the effigies carved into doors, walls and the freestanding statues often surrounding temples. Even a lonely shrine carved into a brick wall assumes religious significance, a distraction from the otherwise secular roadway.
Famous temples perched on hillsides surround the city and I’ll be posting some photos from up on high.
Have a great turkey (or Tofurky) day and I look forward to sharing more Nepali photos soon.