Nepal 27: Last Day in Kathmandu

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First thing the next day, I bought a bus ticket to Pokhara.

I was totally done with Kathmandu.

The noise, the pollution, the dust and the touts — it was becoming too much. The city was bleak, inhuman, and lonely. I had not met a single other traveler in this city, and my mood was getting blacker by the minute. It was time for a change.

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