Have you met someone at a bar and hoped that you never saw them again only to run into them the next morning while waiting for a bullet train? Me too.
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Kathmandu was my home away from home for four weeks in 2013 and every home deserves a good local bar. This was mine. Like any good local bar the name was not important, mostly because I can’t remember or pronounce it, but the memories are easy to remember. 182 more words