“To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.”
As I crossed the border into Nepal I was elated. I was finally in Nepal, a country I had dreamed about visiting for years, and one of the countries I am most looking forward to getting to know. It was time for me to get out of India as well. Though I had a mostly wonderful experience, the last week has been taxing and has unfortunately left me with a somewhat sour taste of the area. (Besides my issues with the men and the constant unfriendly stares, I was also ripped off by rich business men every night for hotel rooms since they knew I had no other choice.) Nevertheless, I will be returning once again to India next summer (after about five months in Nepal), notably to the mountainous regions of Spiti, Ladakh, and Kashmir. But more about that another time, for now, I am in Nepal.
I love this country. Well, as much as someone can love something after four days at least. Within a few kilometers of entering Nepal, I had children running after me waving and shouting, the women would stop and smile, and I was no longer constantly playing leap frog with rude men. I realized that this was my chance for a fresh start with a new country, so I left my frustration behind at the border and started waving back to all the people who waved at me as I passed.
A mere 40km in I was waved over by a beautiful laughing eighteen year old girl selling fruits and vegetables at the side of the road. I went over to buy a few bananas and she straight away invited me to stay at her house. And of course, that is exactly what I did.