Obviously we have to follow up the last post with this one: an avocation for putting down the camera and living la vie da local. We had the opportunity to experience Nepali life with a family living in Changunarayan, a small mountain village in the Kathmandu Valley.
First, though, we arrived in Kathmandu.
Waiting to board the plane, we knew that our trip was about to take a turn for the crazy. Our plane consisted of 4 foreigners (including us) and large, rambunctious groups of young Nepali males. The waiting area felt more like a family gathering and queuing to board was a full-contact sport.
(we even called ourselves The Breakfast Club, how bourgeois can you get??), namaste-ing hawkers (vendors know how much westerners love that word; westerners love feeling like they’re having “an interaction”) and…
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