I was meandering atop a mountain ridge outside of Kathmandu, when I came upon a barren hilltop where one ancient twisting tree stood with a small mud hut beneath it. White sandalwood smoke rolled out from the hut’s shabby door, and I heard nothing but the sharp...
KALI BABA: Good Inside, Good Outside in Kathmandu – by guest trekker Liz Grover
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