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Nepal

Kathmandu a quaint, romantic name, had wanted to go there now it is a dream. Nepal, this small mountain country often used a golf ball between big countries for purely selfish reasons. Thousands of people killed and classical palaces are reduced dust covering mountain tops as a fog of sadness Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship. But for the tourists who evacuated on Himalayas’ sacred top. Filling valleys with empty cans of beef and toilet paper flapping in the wind, I have little empathy rich tourists that had to bestride and befoul a holy mountain.
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