Kathmandu to Shavalaya
Saturday 9 March
Bus station at Kathmandu |
Today's bus ride to the start of the trek was an adventure in itself. The first part from Kathmandu to Jiri was normal for Nepal and we had experienced it before. The roads after an initial stretch of dual carriageway deteriorated into a narrow winding route up and down over mountains. The driver had two helpers who would lean out the side of the bus and indicated that he still had sufficient clearance, when overtaking and meeting a truck coming in the opposite direction on a particularly narrow piece of road, by thumping with their fists on the side of the bus. I don't know what signal was given if they were going to collide. The scenery along this stretch was rural with terraces running from the valley up the steep sides of the hills. They were still hills by Nepal standard we have still to glimpse the really big ones. Every time the bus stopped in villages or at bus stops the market traders invaded with anything from water to watches to cauliflowers. Their were also accompanied by beggars some of them young woman with babies in their arms, the bus driver tended to chase them. Most of the seats were taken when we set out and it was like that for a few hours but gradually passengers got on and the aisle was full of people and their baggage. I think there a few on the roof as well.
The road to Shavalaya |
The
day started very well after a bit of a sleepless night. The bed was
comfortable but Moira couldn't get to sleep earlier because of the noise
outside while I was wakened in the middle of the night by people
slamming doors and a generator running for half an hour. It the morning
the water in the shower was at least piping hot. We left our spare bags
with the hotel and our guide, Brin, arrived at 7 am on schedule with a
taxi. We were early for the bus and had 45 minutes wait before it left.
There were plenty of loo stops, some just at the side of the road,
ladies one side of the bus and men the other. At mid-day the bus stopped
at an eating place for lunch. We didn't fancy anything that they had
cooked and settled for a cup of tea and a hard boiled egg. A Canadian
couple had sampled the curried potato and let us try a piece. It was
very nice so we had a plate as well.
The
tea house that the guide took us to in Shivalaya was fairly basic but
the bed seemed soft as did the pillow. We both had egg fried rice for
dinner and a large pot of tea which turned out to be an enormous thermos
flask. The service was surprisingly quick. We read for a while before
getting to sleep and we both have a peaceful night for a change.
Our bedroom |
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