Arriving in Kathmandu

Flying into Kathmandu, one might think the pilot was lost. At midnight, faded lights dot the city. This is Nepal’s capital city, and on their New Years Eve (happy 2069!), I naively expected more neon lights and skyscrapers. We paid for our visas, all processed by hand, and walked outside to find the driver to take us to our hotel. I thanked God that this was our van, instead of the one next to it that looked like the wheels would spin off their axles at any sharp turn. This would be first of many times in just the beginning few days that I said a silent thanks.