it is , Kathmandu is also a maddening kaleidoscope of chaos where swirling currents of pedestrians , motorbikes , and tuk-tuks battle for inches , always managing to avoid the ever-present cow standing catatonic in the middle of the street . I love it , but a little bit goes a long way .
After a few days exploring old city streets and itching to hit the open road , our crew boarded a small plane bound for the western city of Nepalgunj . There we rendezvoused with our motorcycles and my busines partner , Vishu Sijali . I would love for people to think my Nepalese forays are of my own doing , but that would be a half truth . Even for the most intrepid , traversing the country ’ s outlying districts is best done with a native guru , and Vishu is mine . Hired into the expedition industry as a teenager , he went from scrubbing cookpots to guiding clients on moun-taineering campaigns . I have yet to meet anyone with a more
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