A Prayer for Nepal

I lifted my bag and went outside Tribhuvan Airport in Kathmandu, chilly night air gently caressing my skin which usually exposed only to tropical weather. I saw many people outside, either waiting for the arrival for their loved one, or to pick up a tourist like me. I found my pickup car which I’ve booked before, then I was on my way to the hostel.
Dusty and old and romantic; that was my first impression of Nepal.
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