Mahendranagar Border to Pokhara, Terai, Nepal
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These Nepali kids all wanted their picture taken with my touring bike. I
tried setting up my camera timer so I could get in the picture too, but they
didn't understand what I was up to. The bicycle is more exciting anyway.
These ladies are fixing lunch for me and a bunch of army boys with assault
rifles in hand - after getting arrested in China, I avoid taking pictures of
soldiers but I love pictures of Hindu ladies in their colorful dresses.
Typical house of poor farmers in this area. Money can't buy happiness but
poverty can't buy anything.
This is a Nepalese village I spent the night in. The power was only on for
1 hour of my 12 hour stay and all the water came from one communal pump.
These men spend all day bringing the harvest in to town from the fields.
They are empty and heading out now.
These men are heading into town with their load of hay.
Mud houses with blue tarp roofs.
One lane bridge.
It's common to see people carrying large loads on their backs. They hold them up
with a forehead strap.
Not all of Nepal is mountainous. The Southern half is a large plains land
called the Terai. It's much easier riding than the Himalayas.
Typical roadside stalls.
The bike is always a big attraction.
Small town life.
Little family restaurant where I ate lunch. Daily rice and daal from here
Silly me, I thought the major road on the map was paved and had a bridge over
the river. A nearly naked holy Hindu man walked up to me and (in excellent
English) said he was expecting me and organized a group of religious pilgrims to
carefully carry each bag across. I half expected to see him walk on the
water. He refused to let me pay him and gave me a Hindu blessing instead.
What a place Nepal is.
Public service message for hand washing.
Long straight road. Good enough pavement that you can ride pretty fast. Not
a hill in sight.
The cook fire from my lunch is dying down on their clay stove as I snap a
picture of rural village life in Nepal.
Old and wise. This elderly lady commanded a lot of respect and loved her
Life on the road. I love bicycle touring in Nepal. Much less traffic
than India and the people give be a little more space when I am eating but the
road rules are the same
mass + momentum + horn loudness multiplied by craziness =
right of way.