2010 Nepal
When I went back to Kathmandu, twenty years on, the magic had been driven out by an occupying army of scooters.
But I caught a glimpse of Everest from a plane, which made me tearful, wrote a story, “The Sweet Teeth of God” — and then there was Ghandruk.
But I caught a glimpse of Everest from a plane, which made me tearful, wrote a story, “The Sweet Teeth of God” — and then there was Ghandruk.
