It was horrible night. The bus was crampy and old TATA junk. The road was bumpy and the people on the bus was not gently… It was not possible to sleep on board. -You must understand that you are carrying people, not potatoes!- I said to the driver during the first break. He was laughing, for him it was a joke…
We entered Kathmandu after 13 hours – at sunrise. My backpack was very dirty… Be happy you are here – on the lowlands they are on strike very often and then the roads are blocked! – said my neighbour. I took a little taxi to Thamel, found the quite hotel and took a shower…
Cup of coffee and then walk to the Durbar Square – the heart of the town. How is Kathmandu after 25 years? Sorry, it is not nicer! It is noisy, dusty, crowded and polluted. Many people wear face masks to avoid the smoke in the narrow streets… Sorry… The hit of the day was a walk to the Tibetan stupa in Bodnath – just few kms away – it is little enclave of the peace in the capital of Nepal… I prefere my first image of Kathmandu…
