Gray all around
We slept in a pretty hotel overlooking the mountains, they say, but it was gray when night came and grey again when we woke up. We hear that a small plane full of tourists who wanted a glimpse of Everest has crashed and is nowhere to be found. We are happy to be back in civilization, surrounded by pleasant humanity.
In the morning I head to Bhaktapur. This scene is not particularly attractive nor interesting, but it feels comfortable, free and advanced compared to the choke of the Han government up in Tibet.