My early childhood impressions of Kathmandu were that of a forlorn land, tucked amongst the towering snow-capped Himalayan peaks and a fascinating Hindu kingdom. The notion was reinforced with my childhood hero Tintin visiting the city and my sarcasm guru Black Adder referring to the place in a nonchalant manner. Growing up, having developed a deep interest in history and philosophy, Kathmandu now started holding more prominence as a tourist destination for me. In my short stay in Kathmandu, I had some of these notions reinforced and some shattered.
Musings... 