Nepal, see
Nepal, seeing her first sight, may not fall in love with her so easily, however, the more you understand it, the more you want to be close to her. . .
The taxi here seems to be still in the early 90s of China, with a small body, dilapidated interiors, and dusty windows. From the airport to the hotel, about 30 minutes by car, when the car left the airport, I realized that I really came to the legendary Kathmandu, the air, the dust. . . Pedestrians walked calmly on the narrow sidewalks. The people sitting in front of the store were two or three people. They smothered the dust, motorcycles, taxis, buses, and piled them into a pile, blocking the road.
Originally thought that dust was the biggest enemy of the city, but found that a heavy rain poured out the dust, but it brought another problem. . . Muddy road. The whole city was not covered with a thick layer of ash, but it was covered with a layer of mud, and later discovered that this is their simplest existence.
Tamil District, this is a very flavored neighborhood, a small and crowded trail, intertwined, here is an old town in Kathmandu, no luxury buildings, only the mark of time.
In the Tamil area, getting lost is a common thing. On both sides of these labyrinths, there are densely packed small buildings, the buildings are not high, and one by one window squats, looking up, there will always be many People squatting on the window sill and looking back and forth to the crowded streets, it seems to be part of their lives.