Driving through town

After settling into the beautiful Everest Hotel which is the oldest 5 star in Kathmandu, we squeezed into a tiny taxi and road through town. Again, I was lucky enough to score a window seat and snapped street scenes out the window, like the one here. Bicycle vegetable vendor. The gutters and alleys were filled with trash. The driving (and riding) was treacherous. There is no observation of lanes, and liberal use of the horns to let others know we're coming through. Saw two cows, many motorcycles and mopeds and of course thousands of cars, trucks, buses, crammed with people. The air is very smokey. No sign of the big mountain, but Joan and I plan to take a flight seeing tour while we're here. Joan is from Denver, travelling with my dad, and met him through his Reading for the Blind group. She's a very nice lady in her eighties who has travelled a lot in her life, but never to this part of the world. Pleasant company.