It's hard to explain, or even to imagine the complete chaos that makes the roads of Kathmandu. Here are a couple of photos, someday I will post a video or two, but I believe that none of these can convey the motion, noise, and smells that come along with local travel through the city. It is a truly amazing experience to traverse, or especially to cross these streets, in general the largest and most agressive vehicle rules, pedestrians have no right of way ever, and it is beyond me, but somehow it all works without major catastrophies on a daily basis.
After acclimating myself to this environment, I cannot imagine ever again having any fears of riding bicycles in Manhattan. I think even New York taxi drivers would have a difficult time in Kathmandu.
2 comments:
Reminds me of Jakarta on Java, Indonesia, Melissa.
I enjoy your blogs and photos and admire your courage and fortitude. Your mother was my first cousin; her mother was my Dad's sister. He had a soft spot in his heart for Patricia because she looked like his little sister who died at age four in 1911.
Our daughter (also a Northeastern graduate) and her husband and children lived in Jakarta for four years and we visited them there.
Take good care of yourself, Melissa.
Mary McDonald Eagleson
Reminds me of Jakarta on Java, Indonesia, Melissa.
I enjoy your blogs and photos and admire your courage and fortitude. Your mother was my first cousin; her mother was my Dad's sister. He had a soft spot in his heart for Patricia because she looked like his little sister who died at age four in 1911.
Our daughter (also a Northeastern graduate) and her husband and children lived in Jakarta for four years and we visited them there.
Take good care of yourself, Melissa.
Mary McDonald Eagleson
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