While Hong Kong's transportation runs like a charm, Kathmandhu is a little different. A good flight in and then a crash landing into airport bureaucracy: first a line up for to pay for a visa, then a line up to present the visa, a line up to get baggage (I will never complain about Pearson again- promise), then a line up to go through customs.
Out in front of the terminal I find Sashi driver for CECI in a sea of cabies peddling for fares. He guides me to the Toyota Jeep and in with a smile puts a yellow scarf around my neck "welcome to Nepal". Wow.
Everything is dark. A scheduled rolling black out. 8 kilometers of twisting lanes and impossible inclines we approach our district. Uh ho, a pack of dogs and two cows are feasting on a pile of garbage. A couple of beeps, a dart with the press of the accelerator, animals scatter and we are down the road to the Passage House. Its 12 AM. No sleep for two days. Here now.
