Sometime in the 1970s, Janis and Jerry arrived at Tribhuvan International Airport, their eyes shining with excitement. Janis, who had first come to Nepal as a carefree hippie teenager in the 1960s, felt a wave of nostalgia. She remembered the thrill of taking the direct bus that used to take travelers right to Freak Street—a welcoming sign from the government for those exploring “hippie tourism.” But now that service was gone, so they took a taxi to New Road. Once they settled into a guesthouse on Freak Street, a sense of calm surrounded them, helping to ease the tiredness from their long journey from San Francisco International Airport.
Janis was eager to…
