Kathmandu is one of those magical places, like Timbuktu or Nunavut, that I never thought I'd visit. But here I am, and I can see the Boudhanath Stupa every time I go up to my hotel room. There are also cooing pigeons outside my window.
When I arrived at the airport (after an unexpected landing in Kolkata because the airport was closed due to cloud cover), an elderly man leisurely entered my passport details by hand in a giant register. I was surprised that the arrivals/immigration system was not computerized. Even Burkina Faso's main airport, which only gets probably a tenth of the tourists that visit Nepal, has computers. Weird.
When I arrived at the hotel, the designated greeter placed scarves around each of the new guests.
Did I mention the Stupa?
Tibetan Buddhist Society of Canberra