KTM: thoughts and pics.

Kathmandu is a dust storm. A frenzied pulse. A spectrum of colours. Hindi and Buddhist threads weave a rich fabric. The traffic burps. There is a steady stream of horns from the cars & bikes. Pedestrians wear masks to avoid choking on the exhaust & dust. Livestock get the right of way.

A river runs through Old Kathmandu. It resembles more of a liquid garbage dump than water. A sludge of methane coats the suface. The pennyless sift amongst the riverbanks for any potential value. The bridge which crosses the river boasts a local market: fruit & vegetables spread on carpets next to Khukuri knives and children crawling out of their mothers arms.

The city is frantic. The city is fluid.

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(a few random shots through KTM).