Shop keeps, motorcycles, Buddhist monks and dogs napping….. Welcome to daily life in Katmandu. Everything is small tiny shops selling whatever they can. They are everywhere. And motorcycles honking their horns driving everywhere but between lines, mainly because their are no lanes. Buddhist monks in their red “flowing robes” (yes, a caddyshack reference) and dogs, mangy dogs napping everywhere ignoring everything. The simplicity of their lives in that they nap where ever they choose obviously feeling safe is offset by, from the looks of them, the harsh existence of surviving in the streets. But what is most shocking is the meat markets where meat is sitting out covered in flies.