BEEP BEEP. We move to the left. BEEP BEEP. Now we step to the right. BEEP BEEP. This time we put our hands on our hips. But we’re not doing the timewarp, we’re just cross with all the traffic. As we walk through the old town in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, we seem to be in the way of every single car, motorbike, rickshaw and taxi. And it really was driving us in-say yay yay-ane.
I’m quite proud of what I did there. If only I knew the words to all the verses maybe I could write about all our time in Kathmandu like that. But I don’t.