Arrival in Kathmandu
Arriving in Kathmandu is an assault on all your senses, in a wondrous, glorious chaos. It’s as if you have been dropped into a maelstrom of activity that is travelling in all directions. The sounds, colours, smells attacking you from every direction. I love it here.
To say the least, the taxi journey from the from the airport is one epic adventure in what can only be described as a living obstacle course.
It would seem that the initial skill set required to drive in Kathmandu is:
- Expert use of your horn – whether entering, exiting, turning, stopping, accelerating, reversing – the horn is an absolute necessity.
- A cat like ability to dodge and weave through a dis-jointed mass of moving obstacles, of which half are pedestrians. I would point out at this stage that any attempt to cross a road is akin to playing a real life game of Frogger.
- More guts than sense.
As with most taxi drivers, the ones here are highly skilled in the are of squeezing into the smallest of spaces – and they know ‘exactly’ how wide their cars are – to within an inch of a gnats bullock!
It’s exhilarating to sit in the back seat and weave through the streets of this beautiful city, and I can only hope for many more days to explore and wander this great city until my feet hurt.