The author visited the Pashupatinath Temple and the Boudhanath Stupa in Kathmandu.
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Answer these question in one or two words or in short phrase.
Name the two temples the author visited in Kathmandu.
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Dr. Wood : We will touch nothing until my superiors arrive. {He spoke in a hushed voice, stating at the dreadful head)
C.Barker : Nothing has been touched untilnow.
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C.Barker : It was just half-past eleven. I was sitting by the fire in my bedroom when I heard the gun shot. In thirty seconds I was in the room.
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