Kathmandu made me want to bury my head in my hands for the first 24 hours upon arrival. The dirt caked in the gaps of my teeth. The cacophony of car horns. The badgering salesman. But then, like stray cat with fleas, the city sidled up to me with an intrigue and I couldn't help but pick it up. Sitting in one of the main "chowks" (intersections), slowly eating pomegranate seeds next to a statue of Ganesh, I watched the city slide by and found her kitschy charm.
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