It was half past 9, half our past the typical Nepali bedtime, when we stumbled into a crowd near Indra Chowk. Everybody watched with tension the huge chariot as it prepared to make its way towards Durbar Square. This was the final leg of the kumari chariot race. The air was full of excitement, but what else can you expect when beer suddenly starts flowing out of giant images of gods.
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