Back on the bus.
We top the mountain ridge and are treated to a wonderful view of distant peaks-- then we plunge into the central valley of Nepal. We pass an occasional stone farmhouse painted red to the windows, white above the windows and roofed with thatch.
Rest break: more food shacks in a meadow. A woman picks lice from another’s head. The second woman nurses a baby from her shapely breast. I buy and eat a tasty deep fat-fried breadstick from them.
More torture in the bus-- and at sunset we rattle into Katmandu.
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