Back in the Kathmandu Chaos
After almost seven weeks in the clean air of the Bavarian Alps I have returned to Kathmandu, where traffic and pollution is still as mad as it was when I left. It was really sad to leave Germany as I very much enjoyed being with my lovely family, doing a few good mountain trips and just hanging out with my friends.
However, it is also good to be back in Kathmandu. I am always amazed by how quickly I readapt to my new environment. When I am in Bavaria, Nepal seems so far away and vice versa, but I guess it is a mechanism I have developed over recent years as it makes moving from place to place much easier.
When I arrived at Tribuvhan airport on Sunday morning something was different. The first thing I saw at the arrival hall was something that looked like temporary health post. The medical staff at the airport was wearing mouth protection masks, I had to fill in a form about my well-being and a kind man took the time to check my temperature. Ah, all of a sudden it dawned on me, it was all about the swine flu. So far, 20 cases have been reported in Nepal, however, nobody has died of the H1N1 virus in the Himalayan country.
After I had made my way through the maze of medical officers and got out of the airport I immediately felt at home and I was happy to be back in the madness of Kathmandu. One thing that has always stunned me is how traffic works in the capital, as it seems like complete chaos most of the time. I live in a little lane and it often happens that traffic here comes to a complete halt, as the lane is not big enough for two cars. I guess the Nepali drivers just lack a bit of anticipation. Whereas a European driver would wait for the oncoming car to get through, the average Nepali driver just goes until both cars get stuck. And by the time they notice that they are stuck, they have a huge tail of cars behind them, which does not even leave enough space for cyclists or pedestrians to get through. Sometimes I have to lift my bike over my shoulders and climb over the cars to get out of it. The Nepali drivers hoot and try to manage to situation and it rarely happens that people become angry. Road rage has not yet arrived here!
Another thing I always notice when I come back from the clean and organised world in the West is how underdeveloped Kathmandu still is, and even though a lot of fancy houses are being built at the moment, the state of the roads is still appalling.
This morning, I went on my normal run to Thoka and it is surprising how much the route has changed due to the massive amounts of rain coming down during the monsoon. I normally jog across a field, which is currently impassable due dozens of bushes and trees sprawling across the landscape. However, it is not only the field I had trouble running across it was also the street as many roads in Kathmandu are not paved. People in Kathmandu deal with it and put little bricks across the huge puddles to get through, however, they are difficult to run across. So, this morning my run turned into an obstacle-run with me trying to stumble across flooded fields and roads.
But despite all this it is good to be back and in my heart of hearts I love and adore this country. Maybe it is because you never know what is going to happen the next day. Will there be a strike, how many hours of power cut will I be faced with or will there be any riots organised by the Students’ Union due to a change of the curriculum?
I shall be sad to be leaving again next Monday, when I embark on a new chapter in my life, which is a job as a reporter for the United Nations in Islamabad, Pakistan.