My first afternoon in Nepal, I strolled through three magnificent but distinctly different temple complexes, representing two of the world’s great religions. I witnessed cremations on the bank of a sacred river, stepped gingerly around a pool of blood from a recently-sacrificed buffalo, and toured an old-world bazaar. All in about three hours. All in Kathmandu.
First, though, a reality check: Kathmandu is a sprawling, crowded city of some half-million people. Between the fascinating temples and squares lie endless blocks of dreary, dusty, often narrow and hilly streets lined with ramshackle storefronts, jerry-rigged selling stalls, and the sorry-looking abodes of people who obviously live in ext...Read More