Robbie watched the three old travelers meander through the streets adjoining Durbar Square, staring at what had changed and what remained the same. Perhaps they were looking at each other more than anything else.
Perhaps because events in his father’s past were affecting him, he almost felt as if he’d been there himself. He felt a connection. He didn’t know what would come next, but was sure the intertwining lives his dad, Tim and the curious Frenchman led, would play a significant role in his own journey. Their mission had become a reason to remain in Kathmandu. Only Maria gave him the feeling of acting on his own terms.
Dan had fallen back behind his friends and joined his son by a shop selling prayer flags of every shape and size. Two young monks sat inside rolling up hundreds of rice
