Heat and dust. I inhale deeply. Dust and heat fill my lungs and I smile. I’m back in Asia, and everything feels right. I complete the mandatory haggling for the taxi to my hostel, but I honestly don’t care about the couple of dollars I’ve saved, it just feels great to be back. As my taxi piles off the main road onto the dirt pavement, constantly beeping, my smile broadens, people part to let us through. “Quicker this way” my driver grins, I’m not so sure, but it doesn’t matter. I’m in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, and it’s manic. We kick up dust as we careen through traffic lights which either don’t work or aren’t switched on, dodge down more side roads, beep some more, and after a time disproportionately short compared to the 700 rupees (conveniently $7) I’ve paid I arrive at my hostel. After a shower I’m met…

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