It’s been almost a month now since I came back to home. I still recall a lot of those good memories when I was traveling alone in Nepal. When I first arrived in Kathmandu I remember I got off the plane and couldn’t figure out where to go, so I asked a police who appeared to be a very beautiful lady, “ where should I go?” At that very moment, she politely greeted this stranger with that magic word NAMASTE(which I obviously didn’t understand at the time) firstly and tried very hard to understand what I was saying. Then I tried Chinese, thought maybe that would help, cause who the hell would speak Mongolian when he barely knows the existence of this dope language. Unfortunately, both Chinese and English didn’t work and I said, “thank you, have a good day” (which is normally I couldn’t say a lot in China on a daily basis）with a broad smile on my face to her and followed the crowds toward a bus. From that very moment, I just fell in love with this so-called poor country.
It was around 3pm when I finally arrived at my hotel. I was of course so tired but I couldn’t waste a second. It’s just so not my thing wasting my time on sleeping or some kinda meaningless things, I didn’t go there to sleep anyway. I put my luggage at the hotel and took a minute to pull myself together and prepared to hit the town. I asked the hotel manger to teach me how to greet in their language and there it came, NAMASTE, the magic word you could use when you meet up with people, when you greet people, when you praise people and you could even say it when you say goodbye. A single word could be this rich, how could this country be poor?
I stayed at Thamel Square, the noisy area. By the way, finding ways back or navigating directions is just harder than anything in the world, I mean come on. I didn’t have a phone card, Google Map was just as suck as me on navigating locations, I didn’t change any money yet, I was like a warrior with nothing in her hands. I just don’t like planning things previously, that’s all and I know I deserved that. So, lost in the middle of the Thamel Square, blinded by all those colorful items displayed there, I was told only with the local money could I buy the phone card. Then, I wondered and wondered. Eventually, I found the highest rate in the neighborhood that day and changed 1000 RMB as 16100 Rs. I was happy and I had to find the way back to my hotel since I was all alone and the night was getting closer.
I ordered my first meal in Nepal, MOMO, which is like dumpling in China on my way back to my hotel. The owner of the restaurant was a nice young lady. She danced and sang along the music that was playing on the computer, she asked her customers whether they liked the food or not, and we talked about almost everything. That meal was the end of my very first day in Nepal.
I thought to myself that night before I went to bed, “What a nice country! Nepal’s been so nice to a stranger. It is my first time going abroad, my first time traveling all alone and it is such a pleasure to visit Nepal the first time. The local people smile back on my smiles, greet back on my greetings and even talk to a stranger for minutes and offer their help kindly. It just didn’t make me feel scary so far, I am safe to get a sound sleep here and let’s get ready to take Pokhara tomorrow!”
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