I didn’t fall in love with Kathmandu in my first few days there. First of all I made the mistake of constantly comparing it to Burma (I know how ridiculous it sounds, but a month earlier I was on a photography workshop there that I loved and I simply missed it). I was disappointed by the street food and hawkers, overwhelmed by the constant and loud (lots of beeping and revving) traffic and people rushing about. Secondly, I was sick. I had a really bad cold which was made much worse by the dust and pollution in Kathmandu. The air was, to put it simply, bad. Dry, dusty and polluted. It was so dusty in fact that everyone (locals included) were wearing face masks. My cold combined with the dust resulted in coughing fits. Coughing fits so bad it felt like I would cough up a lung.