Nepal

Ravi Man Singh   “What on earth am I doing on this godforsaken racetrack?” I began wondering as I sweated my guts ...
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Ravi Man Singh   “What on earth are these guys doing on this boulder-strewn, fast river…. surfing?” I asked myself incredulously, as ...
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Ravi Man Singh   “Ho ho, ha, ha,” the loud hoarse cry ripped the stillness of the night, followed by a loud ...
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Mocco Wollert   He sat in the dusk trying to read an English book; I had told him to learn English and ...
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Mocco Wollert   You are dressed in rags, barefoot and shivering with cold; a tiny face peeps out of a shawl that ...
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Mocco Wollert   Night lies still heavily in the valley but Purri brings the morning tea and way above the sleeping shadows ...
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Mocco Wollert   As dusk falls over the Nepali peaks life’s rhythm stops. There is no wind, no clouds that move to ...
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Mocco Wollert  He asked me again and again “to come and see” child man, proud Sherpa, trusting innocent, philosopher. It was important ...
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Mocco Wollert   The mule train winds along the path surefooted, agile, strong, a caravan of laden beasts climbing the stone cut ...
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Mocco Wollert We sat around the fire time was void, the whole world contained in glowing branches into which we lost our ...
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