I have hundreds if not thousands of words written out in curly cursive in my diary–filled cover to cover from this twp-week trip to Nepal–and even more words still waiting to find an escape from the confines of my brain through my fingers on the keyboard. But so much of Nepal is visual and you just have to see to believe.
Under the assumption that a picture is, in fact, worth a thousand words, here is just one chapter of my travel story in photographs.
A sari shop we stopped in on our way to Old Durbar Square after our over 24-hours of plane travel.
A rickshaw in the midst of Old Durbar Square.
Crossing a bridge by the Monkey Temple–everyone carried umbrellas in the valley for all the sun.
Potted plants in old paint cans in Sermathang.
A tree with a face from the trail. Nothing better to make you feel like you’re in a scene from a combination of The Hobbit and The Wizard of Oz.
Crossing over another questionable bridge.
Just like Asian tourists take pictures of squirrels in America, I take pictures of goats in Asia.
Kids graffiting in Kathmandu.
The stupa Bodnath.
Saddus sitting by Pashupati.
a Nepali man sitting by an elephant statue in Bhanktapur’s Durbar Square
traditional Nepalese dancing by candlelight (on her head!)
the day the clouds lifted and we could see the mountains
a beacon of light in the darkness of the city