Kathmandu

Our flight into Kathmandu was drastically long, and our transit stop was in Abu Dhabi. It was an exquisite airport with top profile stores and an aura of luxury, but full of empty travelers trying to reach their destination. Flying into Nepal, it was a tad bit ironic because we landed in a fairly small airport that contained nothing more than the necessities, but everyone there was alive and excited; people who had gone away, come to visit, or come to stay, there was a smile you could only see in their eyes. Whether it was finally getting off of a plane or reaching Nepal, everyone seemed happy.

The earthquake of 2015 had rendered many crippled and homeless, but the new generation had bounced back and it was evident through the new persona of Kathmandu; a small city with a big heart (and a bigger population), Kathmandu became a city of growth, of the modern society, of greater things to come. It had cars and traffic and food vendors selling food and bus boys screaming bus routes and sounds of all of them to create the symphony of a hustlin’ and bustlin’ city. It was the heart of Nepal, beating with the sounds of constant urbanization. While a place with a lot of potential, it was littered, not just with trash, but people begging. It was a sad sight to see, but knowing that a country with an insufficient government with only their personal economic views in mind led me to realize that it was an issue that could only be changed from the inside.