Robbie, Dan and Thierry slowly climbed the worn steps from Naya Bazaar to Kirtipur. The small village lay on a low ridge above Kathmandu. The morning hung about silently. No traffic noises greeted them here.
Robbie heard wooden shutters and doors open but couldn’t see anyone. Dense fog hung over the isolated community, reinforcing his impression this place should have been a lot further away from the capital than five kilometers. Cold, damp and remote Kirtipur. His long hair clung to the sides of his head. He felt unwashed and half-asleep.
“Why do we always do these things early in the morning, Thierry?”
Robbie turned to catch a last glimpse of Kathmandu. Another few steps and they were alone amongst old houses, temples and streets.
The fog quickly became so dense he could barely make
