After flying back to Delhi and having a nice japanese meal with the agency's representative, we've boarded a plane to Kathmandu in nothing less than business class.
I guess we were upgraded because the economy class was full and we were, as usual, the only 2 white faces to be seen around.
Anyway, thanks for that!
We had a very nice flight in which I watched for the last time a Bollywood movie, this time with even greater enjoyment since the movie had english subtitles!
Ok, I'll try and summarise the plot without leaving anything out.
A boy is born in a remote village in the south of India. He's born under a lucky star, there's all sorts of good signs to his birth, even the village astrologer says he's going to be come a holy man. He grows up with the love of his mum and dad until he becomes a religious man and starts performing rites of purification and blessings for a few rupees.
He's soon called to preside any official and unofficial event in the life of the village and often from afar as well.
Until one day he's called to bless the ceremony of a banquet but since the host doesn't have the money to pay for it he goes away quite upset until he reaches a swimming pool where he sees an indian woman wearing western clothes jumping in the pool and thinks she's drowning so he jumps in as well to save her but she was just taking a dip.
After a lot of embarassing apologies he goes back to his village where he now has to face a new challenge: finding a suitable wife for his 50 year old guru.
.......... I fell asleep...............
He ends up marrying the woman who jumped in the pool, but first he convinces her to drop her western clothes to wear the traditional saree.
All this lasted more than 2 hours.
Landed in Kathmandu we were faced with what we had failed to see thus far: crowds of tourists.
They were everywhere! In line waiting for the immigration, outside the airport waiting for a lift, in Thamel strolling around looking for an ATM, at the usual cafe where we like to sit sipping chai and chatting away, they were there sipping chai and chatting away.
Steve and I felt unceremoniously jealous. We had been so used to see Kathmandu as only for ourselves that now we looked at those hordes of europeans, americans, koreans, australians as if we had been living in Nepal for years and were annoyed that the seasonal trekkers had arrived.
Some, we learned, were still stranded in Nepal because of the Tibet's closure, but most were there for trekking.
We decided to put on our best and wisest smile and headed for the bookstore to spend our last hundreds (or rather thousands) of rupees.
I guess we were upgraded because the economy class was full and we were, as usual, the only 2 white faces to be seen around.
Anyway, thanks for that!
We had a very nice flight in which I watched for the last time a Bollywood movie, this time with even greater enjoyment since the movie had english subtitles!
Ok, I'll try and summarise the plot without leaving anything out.
A boy is born in a remote village in the south of India. He's born under a lucky star, there's all sorts of good signs to his birth, even the village astrologer says he's going to be come a holy man. He grows up with the love of his mum and dad until he becomes a religious man and starts performing rites of purification and blessings for a few rupees.
He's soon called to preside any official and unofficial event in the life of the village and often from afar as well.
Until one day he's called to bless the ceremony of a banquet but since the host doesn't have the money to pay for it he goes away quite upset until he reaches a swimming pool where he sees an indian woman wearing western clothes jumping in the pool and thinks she's drowning so he jumps in as well to save her but she was just taking a dip.
After a lot of embarassing apologies he goes back to his village where he now has to face a new challenge: finding a suitable wife for his 50 year old guru.
.......... I fell asleep...............
He ends up marrying the woman who jumped in the pool, but first he convinces her to drop her western clothes to wear the traditional saree.
All this lasted more than 2 hours.
Landed in Kathmandu we were faced with what we had failed to see thus far: crowds of tourists.
They were everywhere! In line waiting for the immigration, outside the airport waiting for a lift, in Thamel strolling around looking for an ATM, at the usual cafe where we like to sit sipping chai and chatting away, they were there sipping chai and chatting away.
Steve and I felt unceremoniously jealous. We had been so used to see Kathmandu as only for ourselves that now we looked at those hordes of europeans, americans, koreans, australians as if we had been living in Nepal for years and were annoyed that the seasonal trekkers had arrived.
Some, we learned, were still stranded in Nepal because of the Tibet's closure, but most were there for trekking.
We decided to put on our best and wisest smile and headed for the bookstore to spend our last hundreds (or rather thousands) of rupees.
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