Who’s got a sickle on them?

“Has anyone got a knife?” Slimline shouted. I looked at him like he was out of his mind. We were 5km into the run, on the edge of some paddy fields, on the outskirts of Kathmandu, and he wants to know if anyone bothered to carry a knife with them. I shook my head. Everyone … Continue reading Who’s got a sickle on them?