Klaus dropped me off at a train station in San Lorenzo, and I had to transfer 3 times to get to Bergamo where I had booked a suspiciously cheap hotel near the train station. There were drug dealers outside the door when I first met the organizer, a very tattooed and pierced young wom...
Arriving to Kathmandu I landed with my dad at the hot and stuffy airport, and after we waited in line to buy a visa, we were picked up by Jeevan, one of our guides. His little car zig-zagged through a maze of honking horns and swerving motor bikes to our first hotel, a slightly ...