He's with the band

Here is another great dog I came across in Kathmandu. While wandering through narrow streets, winding towards Durbar Square, a flash of red caught my eye. I noticed the red jackets, then the euphoniums, the blue door, and the broken pink chair.

And then I noticed this dog, curled up in the doorway. I wondered if he was the mascot for the marching band, but he didn't really strike me as the energetic type.

Where it all began

I met this wise old dog at the Swayambhunath Temple in Kathmandu, Nepal. There must be hundreds of steps to reach the top of the hill (apparently 365 according to Wikipedia) which are lined with little stalls selling jewellery and knick knacks. Otherwise known as the Monkey Temple for good reason, little monkeys dart in and out and around.

After reaching the top of the hill, and doing my best to avoid all the hawkers, I saw this dog; so calm and serene among the madness. He stayed in this position for as long as I watched him, until I was disturbed by a man wanting to realign my chakras. This old dog has inspired me to seek out other animals on my travels, and I wish I could give him a scratch on the belly in thanks.