Kathmandu I’ll soon be touching you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me home.
– Cat Stevens
Much has changed since the bard held court in the Snowman Cafe down on Freak street. What used to be a one-car town in the 40s is now terrorized by motorcycles coming horns ablaze from every direction on narrow one-way streets and alleyways. We have come from too much government in Tibet to seeming complete absence of any organizing authority.