A View of the Hills On a bone-shaking journey from Kathmandu Winding through the hills I closed my eyes. The driver shook his head. “No mister, you miss the view”. I opened them and prayed All the way to Dhunche. Arriving at our lodge I thought of a line from “Journey of the Magi”— “It was (you may say) satisfactory”. But only just. We were shown to our room, The shower a concrete bunker Akin to a prison ablutions block, Dark and dank. The water trickled As I attempted to wash away the dust of the journey With a piece…