So much goddamn dust everywhere, dust and noise

 I'll be writing extensively on this topic in the coming days, no surprise there, but I want to start of by talking about how there's so much dust and grime everywhere all the time in Kathmandu, the air is thick as a soup honestly, and then the goddamn noise, it won't let you alone everywhere, there's cars and bikes and horns and shouts on the streets, there's school children shouting and playing basketball and causing ruckus all day long at home, and so on and on and on. No wonder the life expectancy is so low here, people don't ever get to actually, you know, live in peace, there's always a din, always something to bother the mind and soul. You can never be just by yourself, even when you're alone because the whole goddamn city and the country will intrude upon your thoughts and your being even in the quiet privacy of your own goddamn room and there's not a single thing you can do about it.