I leave Kathmandu in one week, but nostalgia has already set in. For three months,

It’s difficult to write anything definitive about this country on a postcard. It’s beautiful, but

I stand on the shores of the Seti River in Doti. A woman passes me

I’m in a pharmacy fifteen kilometers north of Nepalgunj in a dusty travelers’ town named

It’s overcast and grey this morning, but so far no rain. Shiba, the manager of

The burning ghats along the Bagmati River are no more than elevated stone tables. Today

Bhola and Dipendra, two Dalit journalists who I’ve traveled 10 hours to visit, share mangoes

There aren’t any seats left on the bus to the Hetauda settlement, so Prakash and

I’m in a microbus with windows that slide open and my head is out in

I sit on a plastic chair outside the Pokhara bus port and sip black tea.

There is one way down into the Dalit settlement. The sun bites the back of

I’m looking out over Phewa Tal. A boy, maybe 14, asks if I’d like a

This morning I woke to the sound of a man violently hacking up flem in

Today I went down to the holy Bagmati River to take some photographs. I find

overstimulation: the overload of sensory perception. it’s exhausting, yet it’s what i love about being