Dakshinkali Temple
Blood, Butter, and Banter in the Kathmandu Valley
…in which I meditate in a cave, get politely kicked out of another, and end the day drinking rum like a well-meaning colonial ghost. I woke up in Kathmandu on day three with the sensation that my legs had been sneakily replaced in the night by a pair of antique sewing machines—functional, but protesting every step. Not that it [...]