Don’t shit where you live.
One imagined this to be a universal tenet. One shared by all. Or so I thought.
I’m swinging a pickaxe on the third storey of a crumbling mud-brick house on the outskirts of the Kathmandu valley, and I’m up to my ankles in human waste.… Read More
I arrived into Kathmandu on the eve of the year 2073. For the non-lunar calendar users say that puts us at about April 13th, 2016. The city one year on from the earthquake was lively and gearing up for the evenings festivities.… Read More