Good morning Nepal!
I think that all English blogs will be much shorter than my articles in Polish. First of all, translating everything into English would take me ages and whilst travelling it is a bit too long. Secondly, my sense of humor and wit is on much higher level in my mother tongue then in well-thought but not really well-know language of Brits (Hi Phoebe!) and Australians (Hello Harry!).
Lets just kick off…
It is good to have some luck while you are travelling. I always was pretty fortunate in life, so when I landed in Katmandu… all electricity went out. It wasn’t such a big deal, but visa formalities took a bit more time than I had expected. All in all it went rather well – some good Polish smiles and a bit of sign language and I was good to go and explore the city.
Fortunate or not when it comes to technics, I was really lucky to arrive in Katmandu on Teej – one of the nepali holidays. The first glance at the streets of Katmandu made me think something was going on… Crowds of women, dressed up in red, queued in front of small and major temples throught the whole city. Teej is the time when women in Nepal after 24 hour lent go to the temples of the god Shiva to ask for a good husband, and if they have already got one to ask the god for his health and wellbeing. Nice idea, but I decided to concentrate only on taking pictures.
It was really worth looking on – dances on the streets, colourful dresses and vails, candy floss… and at the same time monsoon rain. After a while of soaking on the street I decided to pass the rain eating Momo dumplings. My next photographic stroll ended up with coffee and a cake and… then I gave up, decided that after a 24-hour trip it was a high time to just get some rest. Unfortunately it was not as easy as I thought…
I got to the main celebration square partially thanks to the map, partially because I was asking around how to get to Dunbar square and (let’s be honest!) by following all of the colourful crowds. On return the route was not so easily found! Firstly, in Katmandu you have no signs with the street names on and even if there were any it would be really hard for me to figure out as the Nepali spelling does not remind me of any european alphabet at all. Secondly, if you even find the proper city district, the address does not indicate precisely the street or the number of building, it just estimates the area where you should look for your hotel. Seriously, I do not know how the post gets delivered here, but obviously it somehow does. I was not coping well with the situation so I just decided to act on a spur of moment and look on the bright side of the life. Some Nepali people also got involved in my search, so after one hour of wondering around Thamel I got to my hotel!
The next day was full of Katmandu hustle and bustle and visiting the Monkey Temple. What was really interesting and surprising for me was the fact that in Nepal they drive on a left side – exactly as in the UK! Aparently, the horn is the most useful function of all cars… but not only cars! Also bicycles, rickshaws and motobikes. There are no rules while driving. The bigger vehicle always comes first, unless you are fast enough to use your horn or if there is a cow on the street which complicates matters even more. Such travelling through Katmandu can be both fun and challanging – never estimate the time of arrival to your destination as this might be a bit misleading 🙂
All in all the first days where really good and exciting. I feel like Nepal might become a home for me for a while… Next stop Pokhara and then Ghandruk! And what’s up with you guys?
Author: Joanna Zubkow