The road to Pashupatinath Temple was crowded with stray dogs, as were all other streets of Kathmandu. They were mostly uninterested in us, lying on their side in the drains on the roadside. Monkeys seemed more excited to see Nastya, though it was to be confirmed that their interest was not in the girl from Moscow herself.
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