December 12, 2023
It’s only 9am when Lizzi and I land in Kathmandu. After 12 hours of flying and an almost 6 hour time difference, we’re exhausted, but the silhouette of the snow-capped Himalayas emerging from the haze about 20 minutes before we arrive have us excited – we’re finally in Nepal!
We jump in a taxi, taking us to Thamel, the tourist district of Kathmandu and we immediately head out to walk around and take in the sights. The roads in the centre of Thamel are chaos. Motorbikes weave in and out of pedestrians and rickshaws, horns beep constantly, and the police blow their whistles in an attempt to direct the traffic. There are no road markings to be seen and there seems to be a careful dance between engines and feet to navigate the narrow streets safely. It’s a shared space for everyone and you’re free to make your way along it however you see fit.
Down the side streets you’ll find artisan markets selling everything from seeds and spices, to fabrics, trinkets, and traditional masks. Follow the narrow passages further and you’ll discover hidden gems; intricate carvings nestled and hidden among modern buildings. It’s down one of these passages we see our first stupa, a dome-shaped building used as a place of meditation for Buddhists.
It’s here with the stupa that we get our first moment of respite from the traffic and the noise. Pigeons flock through the square and old men walk clockwise around the stupa, spinning prayer wheels in moments of quiet reflection. The quiet soon settles over Thamel and it’s a peaceful end to the first day of our journey.