Beshisahar

Beshisahar
Originally uploaded by nick_hardcastle

28 June 2008 The micro-bus from kathmandu to Beshisahar (823m) was packed almost to the limit. In England these vehicles would be 7 seater taxis, here they will hold 24 or more passengers, depending on their size and tolerance. Dambar had chosen this form of transport so it would afford me greater comfort and legroom. Surprisingly nobody asked me to move my bag from the bench seat in front of me. Perhaps Dambar had bought two seats to make my life easier. Europeans must seem huge to the Nepalese.

The narrow winding road that leads to Beshisahar passes through wonderful green hills, closely following the river far below. This major ‘highway’ is only just wide enough for two trucks to pass. The river, a long drop below, was in full spate, its boiling brown waters making me grateful that the driver appeared careful. Even so, occasional errors and the unpredictable actions of other drivers led me to wonder how many people die on this journey. We screeched round a corner high above a river cliff and I decided that sleep was the best way to deal with the risks.

Until ten minutes ago I had been thinking that walking in this season would be OK - rain at night, fine during the day and few tourists. Maybe I would only get wet once or twice. Then about 1.30 the heavens opened with such ferocity that I am beginning to question my sanity. I don’t like rain and with weather like this I have no idea how I am going to keep my camera gear dry.

(Three days after I completed this bus journey a bus ran off the road and into the river. All passengers drowned.)