...more time, more trekking, more freedom. Nepal is nostalgic and has unleashed a love for traveling that will last the rest of our lives.
As I feel my heart pulsating with excitement at the thought of my second return to Nepal, I stop myself to take in the surroundings as my plane touches down in Kathmandu airport. Nepal is a place where everything is unpredictable - where spontaneous decisions and actions are made and you discover things about yourself you never knew. To me, one day seemed like enough to experience all the bustling beauty, temples, dust and dispair of the streets which give shape to Kathmandu.
It wasn’t until that evening when I was having dinner with a Nepalese friend that I decided to skip my overnight stay in Kathmandu and catch the night bus straight to Pokhara. I’ve heard many stories about the legendary buses in Nepal. The fast paced traffic, over-taking other vehicles at 50mph on thin rocky mountain edges with 300 meter drop-offs is something that would alarm anyone during the day... however, I was going to experience this in the dark of night.
The bus seemed to bounce and jolt over every crack in the road making it difficult to get comfortable. After a long sleepless night I finally arrived safely to Pokhara just before dawn. The nostalgic smells and scents filled my nose and lungs, bringing back memories from my visit one year ago. I began to walk the streets, dragging my suitcase across the uneven grounds and keeping a close eye on the feral dogs that approached me. A few locals were opening their shops to attract travellers both staying and going but in the early morning hours, the street remained unusually quiet. The town was still resting although, it wouldn’t be long before the sun rose and the streets were again filled with life.