Nepali buses are notoriously overloaded to multiple times their
capacity. But to go into the regions we are trying to reach, there are
few options. As it is, we trek hours from where the road ends. But the
conditions in the bus can be intense (for instance, riding several hours
balancing on one foot over an old woman who is squatting on the floor
of the packed aisle with no hand hold and people on either side
vomiting). It's not for the faint of heart. Well, when it gets that
rough and they are (I am not kidding) passing dozens of school children
hand over hand thru the windows and filling every square inch with human
bodies... there is only one recourse: the roof. The mountain bus rides
are harrowing as is, but from the roof you feel the full momentum of it
all. It's quite the point of view. Don't go worrying- we only take to
the rooftop when necessary... and at that point, inside is no better
off. Anyhow, looking down the inclines and seeing my boots dangle over
valleys and rivers far below is definitely an experience...an unexpected
point of view that occasionally makes my heart skip a beat!
This shot is of my student Kate and i's feet as our bus began to ascend from the floor of an unusually tidy and lush farming valley. I won't worry you with pictures from later in the journey;)
This shot is of my student Kate and i's feet as our bus began to ascend from the floor of an unusually tidy and lush farming valley. I won't worry you with pictures from later in the journey;)
