The last full day in Khatmandu. Tourist numbers seem to be dropping by the day, the place really feels empty, no tourists, no locals, shops closed etc...same as the last few days, but it seems to be getting worse. Even the places that used to be busy, holding the last of the travellers, have emptied of people. A real sign of things is my old favourite, New Orleans Cafe, today it was all but empty. Things are so dead that the storekeepers who have bothered to open, don't even bother to call out namaste, they no longer feel that it will result in a sale or even vague interest.. We wandered the empty streets, headed to the square, the ticket officer just waived us through. Not bothering to check our passes. The beggers and hawkers that crowd the square had all but gone. We killed time in bookshops, cafes and the maze of empty streets.
It's time to go home.
Bike of my dreams, a Royal Enfield
No one is home
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