Vegetable vendors at Thahiti Tole
Originally uploaded by bastchild.
a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
Reminding me of Bali and Kuta beach, Kathmandu has many small shrines with puja, the red paint on them. In the mornings, Hindis carry small offerings to the shrines and smear the red ink on their foreheads, symbolizing the all-seeing "third-eye".
This is a predominantly Hindu country, but has a significant Buddhist community (from the ethnically Tibetan groups). Kathmandu has several temples with both Buddhist and Hindu worshippers.
We stayed near the Thamel area, a big Khao San Road tourist ghetto. There are plenty of tourist shops selling loads of rip-off trekking gear, cds/dvds, wool-products, books, and great restaurants. Actually, I think this place is better than Khao San Road as it less about drinking and dancing, and more about relaxing after a long trek.
Our guesthouse is in the Paknajol area, a quieter place next to Thamel.
After Tibet, Kathmandu is a beautifully warm place with wonderful food. The touts aren't pushy and insistent like in other countries. One "no" is all it takes for them to leave you alone.
My first meal in Kathmandu was pretty mediocre considering. I had better chicken biryani in Singapore. We ate at Delima's in the Thamel area, where Emily subsquently left her handbag. In the morning, we returned to retrieve it, camera and wallet still in there, but money all gone. Fortunately there was only 500 Rs inside (about $6). We never went back to Delima's.
Cheeky kids! Nepalese kids we encountered are constantly asking tourists for pens, paper, books, sweets, or one rupee. At a military checkpoint (one of many we passed through to get to Kathmandu), these kids came up and Simon made the mistake of giving them an apple. He wanted to help carve up their apple and reached into his backpack for his knife, when they all climbed on board the bus with hands outstretched for any toys or gifts he was going to bestow upon them. He had to order them off because they were getting their hands into his pack!
We have encountered begging from almost exclusively tourist-impacted areas, which is a really sad impression.
A place for whitewater rafting, canyoneering, kayaking, climbing, and bungee-jumping.
The mountain roads in Nepal aren't too great, and the driving is a bit chaotic. It can take hours to travel just a short distance. Here a landslide was being cleared and we had to wait our turns to make it through. The drive from Kodari (the border town in Nepal) to Kathmandu took about six hours because of traffic.
I learned how to drive a manual transmission on one of these back in high school. For some reason Nepal has loads of these old Corrollas all shiny and polished. This is where they come to get a new lease on life.
Simon haggled a ride on a tourist bus for us to go to Kathmandu. We got it to ourselves for 300 Rs a person (1 US dollar is about 72 Nepalese Rupees). The Dutch Austrian team thought they could beat us by hiring a jeep for 500 Rs each, but they ended up paying 600 Rs for a small hatchback! And we STILL beat them to Kathmandu! And they paid twice the amount we did to stay across the street from us! So we DID beat them in the end.
Those damn Dutch and Austrians! We went through immigration together (they even got their Nepalese visas easily at the border without wasting a morning in line in Lhasa!).
This is the bridge that crosses the Khote Bosi river where you get checked again by the Chinese officials and enter Nepal. Ah, Nepal. This place is the real Shangri-La after the snowy realms of Tibet.
From Zhangmu, you exit Chinese immigration and then take a 10 RMB ride in a minibus to the bottom of the gorge, 8 km away, where you go through Nepalese immigration. In between these two posts is a no-man's-land, but it actually contains a town and lots of people.
I saw this while talking to the moneychangers.
We stopped in Zhangmu, the Chinese border town on a mountainside. There was tight traffic on the narrow roads; people unloading goods off of trucks and reloading them on other trucks for further transport through China or Nepal. We tried to change money with the blackmarket money changers, but they were just offering bad rates, so we only changed 100 RMB, and took our chances on the Nepalese side.
We stopped to enjoy the warmth and shed our layers of clothing. Far in the distance, Simon eyed the snowy peaks we had just left.
Wow, it was getting warm in the Landcruiser. We were all wearing thermal underwear, but now we were baking inside the SUV. This is one of the steepest drops for a river gorge in Nepal. One moment we were next to a stream, and after a bit, the gorge opened up far below us.
Just an image of how driving is on the steep mountain roads.
As we got closer to the border, we dropped in elevation, and the scenery changed again. It wasn't warm yet, but it wasn't painfully cold anymore.
Over another pass, we came across this awesome view of the Himalayas, "the Abode of Snow" in Sanskrit.
The last day we left at 8 am, before the sun rose. It was minus 7 C outside. Cold! As we drove off, we could see another glimpse of Everest and Cho Oyu. After an hour we entered this snowy landscape. There had been a storm that had come through a few weeks ago (and wreaked havoc over trekking areas and climbing peaks in Nepal, but we didn't know about this at the time).