Having just returned from the streets of Kathmandu and settled into our room at the Hotel Manang after putting Sharon into a taxi to deliver her to “Singing Bowl” lessons, I can now sit undisturbed to deliver some stories of our last ten days in Nepal.
|Cows trump all vehicles for yielding the right of way|
|Wine, cheese, crackers and solitude for our first night at the Buddha|
We arrive to the buffer of our hotel and were gently greeted and invited to sit and relax in the lobby while the matters of check in were attended to. As we sat shaking off the traffic insanity, the lobby was full with a group of young worn out trekkers coming off an expedition. They wondered about stretching while a young girl sat a round bench in the middle of the room folded over in extreme pain rocking back and forth yet no one in the group seemed to pay any mind to her obvious physical discomfort. Fifteen minutes passed and she finally was shuttled into a taxi with the help of another young woman in the group, apparently destined for the hospital.
Sharon and I looked at each other not only feeling stunned by our ride from the airport but also the condition this young woman. Sharon leaned towards me and mentioned she didn’t want to be in that condition and so we would take precautions to avoid it at all costs, meaning, we sterilize even the bottled water.
|Hotel Buddha with security guard|
The street scene was so intense to our newbie minds we decided to venture out to get some water and while at the market we purchased a bottle of red wine, cheese, and crackers, returned to the Buddha, feasted on our purchases, drifted off to sleep using our dreams to escape the reality until next morning to face our new adventure with rested minds.