The road became more and more bumpy as we approached our final destination. The driver came to a stop at the bottom of a steep hill. A group of local school children waved to us from an overcrowded yellow bus parked nearby. The group made its way slowly up the hill, wiping dust particles from our eyes. As usual, I stayed slightly behind, making photographs of the joyful children and deliberately taking everything in. I’ve felt overwhelmed since my arrival here few days ago, but there was no time to process anything as of yet. First Kathmandu, then my…