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Maoists 1, taxis 0

Just stepped out of a mildly harrowing cab ride through the city. Little did I know when I headed to Lazimpat (north KTM) this morning that there was a massive Maoist rally happening in Ratna park, the Central Park of sorts. You get used to strikes round here as you’ll probably have noticed, but after 20mins bumper to bumper this seemed different. Eventually once we trickle past new rd me and my increasingly distraught driver see why-they’re siphoning off cabs into a different land and forcing them to pull over (after that I couldn’t see what was happening).not the best augury that as we were stuck in traffic random other drivers with Maoist flags sticking out of their trucks were shouting “why are you working today?” at the driver, or “where are you going?”. My driver does his best to argue but more and more folks stand in front of our car until we’re forced into a different lane. Eventually the cars ahead clear and we see the hold up-an impromptu checkpoint of yet more flags and red and shouting. As we pull up they see the cab and literally swarm it, shouting and hitting the car with their palms. My driver panics. All I can make out is “bideshi bideshi bideshi” (foreigner). There must be 40 people around the car at this point. The more the driver revs the engine and guns the clutch, the more they push back. A nearby smear of blue out the corner of my eye is a traffic cop who’s trying disinterestedly to hold more folks back. More banging and they’re right up by the windows, looking in and laughing. The driver slams his foot down and we’re out the other side, into a deserted intersection. “Many many problems here” my driver tells me, still sweating as he shakes his head.

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Shout outs to Knight Fellow/Media legends/Lovely folks Madhu Acharya and Jaya Luintel for their generous hospitality in helping me get settled in Kathmandu. As for driving, I’ve heard more motorbike horns in the last 24 hours than I have in my entire life. The roads here make London’s look like they belong in a ghost town.

Prologue, p1

For regular readers of this strip, pretend that the next three pages come before everything else you’ve read. I won’t give the game away about what happens – but the Army General in question is Rene Schneider

so feel free to follow that link and spoil the surprise for yourselves. And welcome to new readers – you’ve joined at the perfect time. I’ll post the correct page order soon once more of the strip is up.