Kathmandu

Boudhanath Stupa, Kathmandu, Nepal

This was a difficult puzzle. Having 300 pieces and having so much detail meant there were few visual cues as to which pieces connected. I ended up having to search for a spot for about half of them.

Boudha Stupa gave birth to the origins of Tibetan Buddhism. Its massive mandala makes it the largest spherical stupa in Nepal and one of the largest in the world. - from Wikipedia

Katmandu
Bob Seger

I was thinking that there were some other famous songs that mentioned Kathmandu. The only other famous one I found was the tune by Cat Stevens. LYRICS found 209 other tunes. I listened to several, but nothing rang a bell. 

There was one tune that mentions 'Kingsley in Kathmandu' and that leads me to the Kingsley Holgate Foundation Facebook page that mentions the 'Japanese-built 'BP Highway' or Sindhuli road'.

The BP Highway is a highway in eastern Nepal that links Kathmandu Valley with the Eastern Terai region. It is named after the former leader of Nepal, BP Koirala. The construction of this road started in November 1996 and completed in 2015. It was built with a grant from the Government of Japan. - from Wikipedia

BP Highway Nepal

Himalayan Mountains from Space

Best view I've seen. Meanwhile, there are big time protests going on in Nepal.

Listen to Your Inner Voice

South Route Up Mt. Everest - Zeb Blais

I'm reading Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer, a story about the 1996 Mount Everest climbing disaster and I come across this bit on page 81:

So it came to pass that at 4:45 A.M. on Saturday, April 13, I found myself at the foot of the fabled Icefall [first label above Basecamp in the above image], strapping on my crampons if the frigid predawn gloom.

Crusty old alpinists who've survived a lifetime of close scrapes like to counsel young protégés that staying alive hinges on listening carefully to one's "inner voice." Tales abound of one or another climber who decided to remain in his or her sleeping bag after detecting some inauspicious vibe in the ether and thereby survived a catastrophe that wiped out others who failed to heed the portents.

I didn't doubt the potential value of paying attention to subconscious cues. As I waited for Rob to lead the way, the ice underfoot emitted a series of loud cracking noises, like small trees being snapped in two, and I felt myself wince with each pop and rumble from the glacier's shifting depths. Problem was, my inner voice resembled Chicken Little: it was screaming that I was about to die but it did that almost every time I laced up my climbing boots.