And What We Won't Miss...

"Bandhs" or strikes. Black exhaust smoke blowing in our faces. Insane horns. Being mildly confused most of the time. Transience. Concrete houses. No voice mail or answering machines. No central heating. Disorganization. Motorcycles on sidewalks. Dust everywhere. The smash and chaos of crowded public transport. The next door neighbor's blasting puja music at dawn. Stray dogs. Nearly getting run over by SUVs on tiny streets. Faulty systems. Power cuts. The impossible visa process. Putrid toilets with no toilet paper and/or soap. Water shortages. Iodizing produce. Belly troubles. Black snot. Flooded streets. Being misunderstood, and vice versa. Un-fitted sheets. Trash. No trash cans. Being cut in front of in lines. Street vendors in Thamel. Bad ice cream. Bad sidewalks. PMRs. The smell of the Bagmati River. Maybe the worst cellphone network in the world. Nasty street-side meat shops. Smog. Unnecessary bureaucracy. No Daylight Savings Time. Early morning hocking and spitting sounds. Being the foreigner.