Still the 14th of Sepmember - Kathmandu
Trip Start Sep 13, 2009
31Trip End Oct 14, 2009
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Where I stayed
Shangri-La Guest House, Kathmandu, Nepal
How could I have forgotten?
Coming out of the airport I viewed the sea of faces behind the cyclone wire with wry amusement, but once we were amongst it - SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I'm tired you're all talking at once a guy leading us to an atm then offering discounted fares to Pokhara no I've booked our flight ta another guy saying come with me that guys a scammer.....in the end we started talking with a guy who reckoned that he was a friend of the man we'd befriended on the plane, who had asked him to make sure we were ok.....apparently. This guy said that unless a local flight was paid for a booking would not be kept, and that he would take us to a travel agent close by.
What a surprise when they couldn't get through on the phone lines......we would have to come and stay at his, Sabin's, Guest House in Thamel
I was a little concerned for Brenden; a 14 year old having his first experience of Nepali streets - he looked a bit bug-eyed with anxiety when he asked where the seat belts were and was told there were none.
My stress, frustration and concern for B were soothed somewhat though by the hilarity of being on Nepali roads again....and memories surfacing of my first trip to this continent: meeting a helpful man called Raju, crazy driving, a shower in my room so close to the loo that the water hits the seat. Anyway, our friendly host Sabin organised for a tour operator to visit us and book our flight to Pokhara, so EVERYone was happy - Sabin, who was $20 USD plus our meals richer, the van driver who scored 15 bucks (he wanted 25 and argued with me that Prices Had Gone Up, Madam!), and the tour operator Bahnu, who got our business. He was actually a lovely man who charged us only the cost of the flight, ($90 each) and organised a cab to pick us up in the morning as well for the more normal price of 300 rupee. Thankfully by morning I had gathered my wits, so when 2 taxi's arrived to take us to the airport I cottoned on that the hotel had taken it upon themselves to organise a (more expensive) cab for us, so I made sure we were taking the one we'd already paid for before we got in the car
$20 to lay down my head in this town is WAY to much; my limit under normal (???) circumstances would be 10, for a double. We will definitely be hanging out in Basantapur when we return from trekking, and only visiting this, this, this.....cesspit? Nooo, that's too harsh. How about crazy beautiful city desperate for a tourist dollar penetrating the white light of a tired woman experiencing the longest day in the universe? Hmmmmmm that fits. I need a momo.
I saw a gorgeous Royal Enfield on the side of the road on the way here. My ankles are swollen. I am 46.
Bahnu is studying aryuvedic medicine and offered to take me on a tour through the school where he studies, no charge. Yay!!
Ok, it's 6 pm and Brenden is having his first cold Nepali shower. Gonna have momo's for tea and banana porridge for brekky - oh the shower's warming up! Bed around 8.30 I reckon, if I last that long.