I've got you ... under my skin! ...

I decided on Thursday that it was about time to face my fear! Getting around Kathmandu is fairly easy and there are always a number of options. I had usually opted to travel by taxi or on foot, though I took a different option this day in the guise of the local bus!

It was the best 15 Nepali rupees (Somewhere in the region of about 11p!) I had spent so far and the experience was one which I will not forget! Getting on the bus was not necessarily a difficult affair, though as it pulled away quickly from the side of the road I grabbed the rail above my head to stop me from falling. As the driver of the vehicle pressed the accelerator to the floor things became a little more challenging and I was forced to take a different stance akin to the beginning of some strange tai chi manoeuvre with two arms raised above my head, a leg bent upwards in front of me while the other foot tried desperately to hug the floor of the bus with the fairly useless grip on the bottom of my flip-flops! However, as the bus ground to a halt to let on another passenger, this composure quickly changed to the Sumo – arms still raised above the head grasping the metal bar, but both legs now firmly on the floor, legs bent and my centre of gravity thrown as far back as possible, in order to avoid being propelled towards the windscreen! As the bus continued to weave between cars, trucks, taxis and bikes so passengers continued to pile on the bus, and it was less necessary to find something to hold onto. Think of it a little like sardines in a tin!

While I didn’t have my eyes shut, I was able to take some time to observe some of my fellow passengers. An elderly lady in a red and gold saree sat crouched in the corner of the bus , not on a chair but on the stumpy divide that separated the driver from those who were just along for the ride, while the front seats were occupied by some young Nepalese singing along to the melodic drone of the radio. There were a number of teenagers riding to their afternoon classes, the girls dressed in neatly pressed kurta with starched-white socks and shiny black shoes. Others hopped on and off the bud in relative succession as they went about their daily business. At the last stop I handed my rupees to what I assume was the conductor, jumped off the bus (When I say jumped I mean literally, as it slowed more to a steady crawl than an actual halt!) and made my way to a popular local coffee bar, with a smile on my face! As Frank Sinatra would put it, this place is getting “Under my skin!” On the outside the journey by bus from Bhainsapati to Thamel was just that – a bus ride. But look beyond and it was a window into the lives of some people who I know nothing about, and I found myself wanting to know of their hardship, their troubles, their hopes, their dreams, their story!

There are so many groups and organisations working here to try and address the needs of the Nepali people.They have counted the cost, often personally, of what it means to try and make a difference to the lives of some of the world's most marginalised.
As I read recently “When your life is done what will you have lived for? Eventually everything on earth will turn to dust so give yourself to things that will last beyond your lifetime!”

A huge challenge to us all wherever we are in the world and whatever we are doing there!