Raining in Kathmandu
It’s early in Kathmandu and the town is under a veil of cloud and rain. So prone to falling in love with the people and places I travel to, I immediately fell in love with this city – which makes my frustration at not being able to shoot much all the more painful. We drive to Bhaktapur this afternoon and I’m praying for a break in the rain. The cloud-cover makes for wonderful light but the rain turns everything to mud. Yesterday a bandh was declared – a city-wide strike – so the people were not out the way they normally are. Anyways, it’s a glorious place. Bob Seger and Cat Stevens were right. I’m already making plans to come back for a longer stay.
Looks like I am heading to Dominican Republic for a very short assignment in July for World Vision – it’s been years since I have been back to the DR.
Heading home at the end of the week and will then post some images and assorted details, thoughts, stories. For now I am heading back onto the balcony of the guesthouse with some mashala chai and my books, to watch the rain and do a sun-dance when no one is looking.