Himalaya – The constant traveller

The story of a masterpiece

Recently my daughter gave me two shawls she was given by her mom after our divorce. She thought that I might like them since she

The play of the sun rising over the horizon, painting the sky in a myriad of shades and colours remind me of you…..

I remember the story, told to me by a priest in the mid Eighties. The story is of Kala Bhairawa, the god that is said

The sun rises gentle in the east, painting the sky and the hills with myriads of shades and colours. Let me be like this morning,

This is a very old Slide from around 1986 when I was working in Nepal in a road project. In cooperation with the Swiss, the