Onto Nepal

Onto Nepal
Kathmandu, Nepal

Kathmandu, Nepal


We caught our taxi at 5:30am to the airport. My poor friend Nikki was looking a bit bewildered as we went through the document check at the door, the scan for the checked luggage, check in, then scan of hand luggage and frisk, before we finally made it to the gate. Just to add to it, my small backpack was pulled up during scans. The officer was insisting a had scissors in my bag. I shook my head, and pulled out my plug charger, my iPad, anything that I could think of that might look like scissors on X-ray, but she kept insisting that it was definitely scissors. I pulled everything out of the pack to show her, and allowed her to search. After I had spread my things everywhere, I reached into a small side pocket as a last ditch effort, and beside the tube of Vegemite my Aussie friend had recommended I take to settle my stomach, were the scissors I usually packed in my cosmetic bag. What the? I really don’t remember why it would be in there, but anyway… She confiscated it, but luckily I didn’t look like a terrorist, and I hurriedly repacked my bag and we went to the gate, that was already boarding. Nikki and I parted ways at Delhi. In the international terminal, an exasperated check in operator told me I had already checked in for the flight in Kochi, despite me picking my luggage from the carousel just minutes before, and not being given a boarding pass for the Kathmandu flight… Another security check… They don’t seem to be too strict on the liquids thing, because I had a popper of chocolate milk, the mentioned tube of Vegemite, and a half drunk bottle of water in my hand luggage. Oh well. I guess no one wants to bomb Nepal. And it must be a thing in Delhi, but I was stared at from plane to terminal, by passersby. The security lady who frisked me also complimented my hair cut. It wasn’t as obvious in the south… Anyway, 2 hour flight to Kathmandu, and another country, another tour. Met up for a brief introduction and then a group dinner. I tried momos, which were okay, but I didn’t realise they had a bit of spice to them. My stomach was feeling a little tender during the flight, and it was getting worse. My roommate gave me some anti nausea meds, but sometime during the night, my stomach finally rebelled. I found out on Facebook it was obviously the farewell lunch in Kochi, because the others said they had been sick as well. Anyway, the next day, we went on a walking tour of the city. It has been cool and rainy, but I forgot my rain coat, so I got a bit wet walking around. Then we went to lunch at a charity that helps survivors of human trafficking get access to education and legal help. The ladies there taught us to make momos … I politely declined. I did stomach some lentil soup and rice though. Because of the rain, we cut short the tour and most of the group wanted to go into town, but I headed back to the room to get some rest, feeling exhausted from lack of food. I had tomato soup for dinner at the hotel, which was really nice and filling.


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