As the only other guy in that square trying to take photographs, I was initially thankful that this other hot photographer was distracting the local children so that I could continuing taking pictures. But after tiring myself out taking a bunch of uninspired photos of pigeons on stupas, I realized that the most interesting thing happening in that plaza was actually him. Who knows if he even had film in his antique, hipster cameras, or if they even worked, but the children were mesmerized by him. Eventually I was, too (even with his man bun, he was undeniably hot), and my only regret is that I'll never get to see how his photographs turned out.

I'm getting jealous all over again, just thinking about this guy. Him and his stupid, sexy, man bun. Who does he think he is? What's wrong with my camera? It's new and mirrorless, that's cool, too, right?! Hey kids, don't you want to come over here and f*ck with all my camera gear? No? That's fine, I'll just sit here and wait. No, I'm not pouting, and no, I definitely didn't just sit in pigeon shit.

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So that you don't get the wrong idea, and think that Kathmandu was all peaceful pigeons and playful man buns, try a less relaxing (and more realistic) version of it HERE!