The entourage arrived complete with baggage train behind us.
Happy to have contributed so strongly, so soon, to the Nepalese economy in
engaging porters in such great numbers. We emerged, blinking like cross possums
into the mayhem outside Tribhuvan airport.
Luckily the hotel had been warned and sent a couple of small
trucks for us…or would have if small trucks would fit in the streets.
Footpaths are a foreign invention which haven’t quite made
it this far into northern asia. The road rules are very much survival of the
one with the nimblest feet and steeliest nerves. Usually the dogs and cows win
hands down. The only time I have seen any semblance of road annoyance (far too
restrained for rage) was when someone actually got hit by a car, which caused
him to raise his voice, a little.
Add to the mix that there were some roadworks on the “main”
road which didn’t diminish the traffic volume, the work being done or the snail
like progress. All progress being made was to the background of the millions of
different levels of horns squawking, blaring, beeping and honking.
It’s great to be back, feels like home as the familiar
streetscape unveil, the smells whirl around (and the smog/dust permeates
everything).
Just hope there is hot water.
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