I don’t miss…

This post is an attempt to smack myself back into a normal state of mind, as this whole depressive nonsense is ridiculous after 3 weeks.

…Untangling myself from the mosquito net every morning.

…Attempting to seal myself inside the mosquito net every night, only to find one of the winged bastards was already inside waiting for me.

…Which brings me to another point: the bloody insects! Everywhere! Bitey ones, crawly ones, flying ones, noisy ones… Also, arachnids. Bleh.

…Sharing a bedroom- no offence Prathyusha, but I haven’t had to share a bedroom like that since I was about 10 so it took a bit of getting used to!

…Showers. With the exception of the amazing shower at the Sacred Valley Hotel, showering was very hit and miss. In the house there were two showerheads in each bathroom, one was freezing and the other was scalding, so to have a reasonable temperature you had to ignore the Ghostbusters advice and cross the streams.

…The HONKING, the incessant HONKING. Drivers in Nepal must be under the impression that if their car horn goes unused for more than 8 seconds, the car will break down. Therefore any journey by road is accompanied by a very distinctive and annoying soundtrack. On the 5 hour trip back from Chitwan it got ridiculous; you couldn’t sleep, read or have a conversation.

…Also, the state of the roads made for uncomfortable journeys, the most painful being the trip to the Green Pastures Leprosy Hospital. The combination of knackered suspension and bumpy roads led to aching bones and bodies.

The heat/humidity. Well I’m not sure now actually, it’s so bloody freezing in the UK that I think I prefer being too hot as it wasn’t actually too unpleasant.

…Kathmandu. I really really did not enjoy KTM; it was busy, noisy, crowded, and full of annoying Americans and English people.

…The language barrier. Most people were hugely accommodating, and by that, I mean they went out of their way to make me feel welcome by speaking English to me, and letting me be involved. But there were a few occasions (and most of these were in the final week, outside the hospital) where things got quite unpleasant and awkward, where people were obviously talking about me in Nepalese and certain hand gestures insinuated that the conversation was less than polite.

…Busy Bee, after midnight. We had a fantastic time at Busy Bee, it was so much fun and many amazing nights were spent there, but for some reason, after midnight, the atmosphere would suddenly and dramatically change to a more uncomfortable one as the Nepalese men would almost compete for the attention of the Western women.

…The suffering. It was really difficult watching the anguish that people experienced daily. The children especially were so resilient, enduring procedures and investigations which made my eyes water. And the conditions that patients would present with would be chronic and usually life threatening. I have another post to write about the hydronephrostomy which I observed, which will highlight this more than adequately.

But it was still the most amazing month of my life and I would go back there in a heartbeat.

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