Kathmandu arrival

Nepal — Silly poems for your backpack

Not stuck, just moving slowly.

There’s a certain silence at the airport,
One that hides what’s to come,
The visa queue moves quickly,
The baggage arrives on the belt,
Or is shifted elsewhere.

So far, so good, quite quiet,
I thought there’d be bustle,
I headed for the exit,
Down the golden hallway,
To meet my ride.

There it started, a Toyota race car,
Forget the tuktuks here,
The drive began, all slowly,
The road full of traffic,
Lines and lights mean nothing.

A lot of ups and downs,
To reach my destination,
The city lies in a valley,
Hills and mountains,
Peering, looming.

We drive through narrow roads,
Single lane but lined with people,
Full of motorbikes,
Shops selling their wares,
Cafes their tea.

Then the faces become whiter,
The shops stock mountain gear,
Signs are in English,
I’m almost there,
Thamel.

While I travel I enjoy writing a bit of poetry, mostly silly stuff, but all to remember the fun I had.

I recently completed the three peaks, three passes, Everest base camp trek — read more about that here and look out for my other poems!