In Kathmandu now, after nearly a week in Tibet. Just now I tried to write to you about the train from Shanghai but the paragraphs kept expanding. Writing requires stillness – the dust that settles helps you see the shape of things – and Kathmandu is not the place for stillness. Everything here is in motion – the motorcycles and old Toyotas, the monkeys skittering around at Swayambhunath. Throngs of people crisscrossing the plazas in the old town near Durbar Square. I try to take pictures but something’s always missing; Kathmandu’s is a city more suited for video.
Maybe there’s so much movement because the mountains are so still, says L, a new friend.
