Pharping - Farsidol - Sainbu - Bhainsepati

A rather sweet old taxi driver offered to drive me to Pharping for an amount which, as he neared our destination, he realized was too small. 'It escaped my mouth,' he said, without asking me for more pay. 

I got off at Pharping and walked down to Bagmati. Crossed to the dusty fields below Farsidol.

Fishponds? Recharging ponds for the fields? There's a tiny farmer here, with his mechanical-till, ploughing the field. 

The air was really hazy. I kept hoping for a decent photo of the light in the pines across a narrow gully, but the pollution made it difficult to catch anything.

Radishes :)

This is my favorite photo today, a tree covered in new blossoms, new flowers, fruits ripening. I wish I were a better photographer of color. I ate a Wai Wai nearby.

These are the shoes of a little boy who lives on the top floor of the house.

This is from the roof. I like the green and red and subdued light.

 Now I am home, dusty, tired, having acquired a jar of methi ko achar from the ladies of a savings cooperative in Sainbu.