The narrow streets still thick with weaving pedestrians and motorbikes, it takes a moment to realise what is missing. That is, until you come to a main road and see the near deserted pavement. A Banda (strike) has seized Kathmandu Valley. Continue reading
Sometimes I just dont tell peole what is going on in our country, on the streets we grew up on and to the people we know,” she says, eyes forward, no hint of pain in her voice.
“We have already cried so much and experienced such devestation and fear, but as the government controlls most of the news, we feel as if most of the world just doesn’t know the full story.”
I had asked her of her family living in Venezuela, where civil unrest has seen citizens shot at point blank while they protest for change.
“I can’t tell you of the violence, because I can’t bear to watch the videos sent to me by my friends and family still there, but I can tell you of the terror.”
Go now, see this natural wonder of the world while it still exists.
We woke early, the sun already carving a passage of light through the white clouds despite only having set late the night before. It was cold, the air fresh, and our skin tingled with the anticipation of what the day held in store.
A river turned to stone. Brilliant blue ravines cutting through peaks of white. A wall of ice moving slowly through through the mountains, crashing, breaking into the lake below. Continue reading