As I sat at my gate at Montreal’s Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport waiting for my flight, I thought to myself: “This is going to be the one very painful trip”. I was on my way to Kathmandu, Nepal. I had been coughing for almost three weeks already and my very professional self-diagnosis led me to believe that I now had bronchitis. I loaded my pockets and backpack with cough drops and off I went to explore the home of K2, Annapurna and of course, Mount Everest.

I apologized to everyone sitting around me on my flight from Montreal to Frankfurt… as well as the flight from Frankfurt to Muscat, Oman… and also to those on the flight from Muscat to Kathmandu. The flights were painful. Literally.

I arrived in Kathmandu early in the morning, got my Visa validated, cleared customs and made my way to my hotel. I was happy to be traveling with carry-on bags only so I did not have to wait at baggage claim. At this point, I was high on cough syrup and cough drops. My lungs and throat were burning. I had spent about 16 hours in various airports around the world and around 18 hours in the air.

I checked in to the Taleju Boutique Hotel, took a shower and naturally… went out to explore the city.

Kathmandu is a beautiful and chaotic city. I soon discovered that it’s also a very dusty city. This was wonderful for my “bronchitis”.

I ended up spending the whole day walking around and exploring various neighborhoods whilst getting lost a few times and spreading my North American virus to the locals.

This place is absolutely wonderful. I regret not coming to Nepal sooner.


Christian is a Montreal based traveler and hobbyist photographer. He has a regular 9 to 5 job but will use his passport whenever he can. His photos are nothing to write home about but he likes to share them nonetheless. Talk to him about all things Japan. English is not his strong point so please let him know if you spot any mistakes.

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