We entered Nepal past a silent line of trucks. What we didn’t realize was that the road told a story—a blockade, a border, and a country gasping for breath.
Kathmandu isn’t just a basecamp for Himalayan dreams. It’s a city of spirit, scars, and stories. I visited twice—once as a backpacker in 1999, once with my family after the devastating 2015 earthquake. What I found each time changed me.
