Kathmandu passing me by

The first days in Kathmandu make my head spin. Drunk with the excess of stimuli, I find and loose my way through the narrow streets. The city constant bombarding with smells, sounds, colors and over-proximity is nearly overwhelming. While I sit for a moment and stare aimlessly trying to find a focus, I realize the chaos bursts out from all the directions and flows into something that seems to be an organized disorder. Everything works perfectly with no perfection at all. I stop thinking and take a few reflections of the people passing by.