Kathmandu Guest House is a polished-come-chaotic type of place, smack bang in the middle of Thamel, it’s the landmark that everyone knows.
Its glory days as hub of backpacker accommodation are well over, senior citizens and Intrepid Tour groups now seem to dominate, but if you can score one of the handful of $8 rooms available, it’s still a good deal.
Trekking, Sitting on the sidewalk eating Falafel, Internet Cafes, Tours, Crappy Espresso’s and your temporary circle of friends is established.
A Canadian, German, Dutch, American, Australian.
Like-attracts-like and we’re all pre tourist season, all staying too long, and all well travelled with Nepal purely an inbetween stop.
Jobs have been quit, apartments sub leased, cars sold, relationships left dangling.
Over time everyone suffers from some type of street level illness, whether its from shop owners sweeping all the dust and muck around you while you eat breakfast, the constant plumes of exhaust smoke bellowing out of cars squeezing through the streets, locals publicly hocking up and clearing their throat all day long, or simply not washing your hands properly.
In the 6 weeks I’ve been here, I’ve gone from perfectly healthy, to my eyes feeling like bricks, to having an incessant cough, general cold, swollen eye, migraine, and uncontrollable shakes.
And that excludes any number of diahareer sessions as a result of anything and everything.
But it’s nothing an extended nap and a 30min shower won’t fix.. Sitting on the bathroom floor, staring up at the water pouring down on you, it almost feels like the pain is washing away.
And no matter how sick or sorry one feels, everyone drags themself to the front of Kathmandu Guest House at 7pm to sort a dinner location, to sit around over bottles of plasticy tasting water, to eat another shitty Korma, pizza with Yak cheese, or pre melted ice-cream. Dreaming of delicacies from home that just simple don’t exist on the menu.
Dates are due, plane tickets triple-checked, luggage re-organized, and emails swapped.
Within a week the group is over but We all might see each other again ‘yeah one day/I’d love to’.
Thanks Nepal, see you again,
one day. (maybe).