Temples. Pagodas. Flowers. Fruits. Pollution. Traffic. Scooters. Rickshaws. Women in red wraps. Men in woollen skullcaps. Dirt. Dust. Hawkers. Dogs. Shawls. Street kids. Monks. Monkeys. Sickness. Youth. Buddhism. Hinduism. Capitalism. Tourism. Life, never ending nor constant, always changing and present. The bad, the good, and the ugly.
There is a lot of ugly in a city like Kathmandu, if ugly can be called everything that is unpolished to the western eye. And it is better to keep one’s eyes wide open because there is always more beauty.