A Hindu holy man at the bus stop in Kathmandu
Out for a stroll with the goats in Butwal
A craftsman in Hetauda
When my husband is in Nepal, I try not to think about the narrow, winding mountain roads with hairpin turns that he is traveling on. The roads are paved, but as the frequent landslides wreck havoc on them, the term should be loosely applied. The Tribhuvan Highway from Kathmandu to Hetauda is listed as one of the most dangerous roads in the world. Bus accidents are not uncommon and are often fatal as they plunge over the edge of the roadway and down the mountainside. My husband books a seat in a crowded car rather than on an overcrowded bus.
Nevertheless, I give an inward sigh of relief each time I receive his call at the end of the trip.
And the consolation for the often harrowing rides are the spectacular views of the hilltop farms and Himalayas along the way.