On Top Of The World
“Namaste! Only one thousand rupees!”
“Ignore them, let’s walk,” shouted Stuart over the din of Nepali touts, all heaving towards us like it was the end of the world and we were the only ones that could save them.
Dozens of grubby faced short men all swarmed around us outside Kathmandu’s international terminal. I’d never seen so many dirty, half-shaven faces in all my life. And why so short? And why were they all pushing against us? It was as if they were urging us with their bodies, in unison, towards their taxis. This was not a place to be claustrophobic. Or have issues with personal space. Which I have. Stuart led us through the masses of grimy, heaving men, all shouting that they had the best taxi price. They pushed us to the left, then to the right, and then, whe
