My mom sent this postcard from Nepal to her sister and youngest brother in the summer of 1965 while on a side trip from India.
In the postcard, my mom wrote:
Kathmandu is a very interesting city. When it is clear, you can see the Himalaya Mountains, but it has been very cloudy since I arrived here. Tomorrow I go back to India. Today another lady and I are going to go to an old town near Kathmandu.
Everyone I knew who traveled to Nepal in the 80s and 90s fell deathly ill with malaria-like symptoms. Some friends worried they’d never see their families in North America again.
But my mom didn’t get sick there. She’s always had such fond memories of Nepal. I suspect it was a welcome break from India, as were Afghanistan and Iran, where she headed after leaving India for good.