James and Ciaran racing with straws during our mid-day break(down).
James thought it would be a lovely idea to buy the kids wooden flutes and then a fancy one for himself. They (the kids) enjoyed tooting their horns through town. I think James is waiting for a party at our house to break out the band after a few rounds.
The weaving shop at the Tibetan Refugee Camp.
The locals in Bhaktapur chewing the fat.
Ciaran practicing his putting at the hotel.
















