Nepal: Buddha was born here.
28 December 2016

Nepal: Buddha was born here.

All the cyclotourists we met had warned us: pedaling in India is suffering.
Although we did believe them, we stuck to our plans and decided to see it with our own eyes. However, after about a month we diverted towards Nepal: they were right.
Nepal is the second unscheduled part of our long journey.
The Indian border is chaotic. We struggle to find the immigration office, which is hidden behind a long line of trucks that magically dissolves on the other side of the border.
We enter Buddha’s country.
It’s lunchtime and as soon as we get to Nepal we rush to the restaurant.
We ask the waiter if we can introduce the bicycles in the yard to keep an eye on the, and he promptly – and polemically – replies, “You’re not in India anymore, you’re in Nepal”.
We believe him but still bring the bicycles in the yard.
Writings on trucks change.
In India, the main mottos were “Blow Horn!” or “Please Horn!”.
In Nepal, they are “Buddha was born here”, together with some aerographies on British football.
We are happy because we do not have any horns and Buddha puts us in a good mood.
We can immediately perceive the difference with India in population density, which has a positive impact on many aspects of our day: less traffic, less urbanization, less pollution, less chaos in general.
We thought that, on the other side of the border, the difference in the human approach would not be so evident, but we have to change our mind.
The Nepalese are welcoming and not intrusive. Even in the most remote areas, we are not surrounded by the crowds as if we were two aliens, but we are welcomed by smiles and waving hands.
We cross the Terai plains in a low and dense fog, but 100 meters higher we find a beautiful sun.
We decide to stop in a town, just above the fog, to dry up our bones on the riverbank.
We drop our luggage in a 2-euro shabby room and rush to the river with two books under our arms, like two perfect tourist. The owner stops us.
“Where are you going?”
“To the river.”
“Stay close to the bridge. There are tigers and crocodiles; not long ago, a tiger killed a person.”
We are well into December and, although at the slow pace of our bike, the latitude changes and the winter comes.
Temperatures become cold and go below zero above 2000 meters.
We buy a couple of cheap jackets and, in the evening, take showers using buckets of hot water that our hosts kindly and mercifully warm up for us on the kitchen fire.
Those smoking hot buckets of water, in those freezing bathrooms lost in the mountains, can warm up our bodies and soul like no shower ever. With simple and old movements, we pour hot water on each other.
And then hop into bed, in our sleeping bag, under two thick blankets, with no heating.
The rhythm is set by the sun, and we dance to its tempo.
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