Kathmandu is such a city of opposites. Driving from the airport to the hotel gives you just a taste of that. You see dirt roads, 3-4 people on a motorcycle, a woman with child walking down a standstill road begging for money to feed her child and then you pull into old colonial establishments which are adorned with fresh flowers, notes of jasmine and more wait staff than guests.

I’ve already met some of the folks whom I’ll be climbing with and I think it’s going to be a fun trip.