Last week, we boarded a bus
and took off on the wild roads to reach a region called Gorkha district.
From there we would walk a distance in to a village area. But first was
the bus ride. The NINE HOUR bus ride. Though the bus generally stayed
on the road, i think it would be fair to call the last five hours
"off-roading". I am still astounded that the vehicle managed to haul up
the precarious dirt ruts that constituted the ascent to the Gorkha
district. Mud holes, river fording, inclines and sheer drops...bags of
vomit being tossed from windows and occasional diapers sailing past...it
was the epitome of an adventurous asian bus ride. If there had been a
live chicken in the aisle, it would have completed the picture. Wait, i
have just been informed: i missed the chicken that was a few rows back
from me. So... yep. It was a legit asian bus haul.
We stopped for momos (dumplings) that were spicy as all get out out, and then were served tea in the classic (and here ubiquitous) scalding hot tin camp cups. The tea was wonderful- some of the best we have had here- it tasted like Christmas:) Cloves and cinnamon... it was a nice road side break before getting back in the bus and hauling on the last few hours. Those tin cups are tricky. You have to be sure to only fill them two thirds of the way so there is ample room to hold the cup without burning your fingers off.
We stopped for momos (dumplings) that were spicy as all get out out, and then were served tea in the classic (and here ubiquitous) scalding hot tin camp cups. The tea was wonderful- some of the best we have had here- it tasted like Christmas:) Cloves and cinnamon... it was a nice road side break before getting back in the bus and hauling on the last few hours. Those tin cups are tricky. You have to be sure to only fill them two thirds of the way so there is ample room to hold the cup without burning your fingers off.
