I knew I would love Kathmandu. I didn’t know how much, but from the moment I received an incredibly friendly confirmation email from the Hotel Silver Home, I got the feeling it was going to be somewhere special. And I was right.
We arrived late at night and took a tiny taxi through pitch black streets as thin as lanes. We were exhausted after spending hours travelling from Guangzhou, via Hong Kong and Doha!
We were shown to our large, old and colourful room by a lovely guy who gave us water and reminded us that breakfast was included. We fell onto a marshmallow-soft duvet of crisp white, and fell into a dead sleep.
The next morning we went down for breakfast, taking in the posters advertising climbs and treks all over the walls, and the group of alert and fit-looking guests who were congregating in the reception — tying their hiking boots and hoisting their harnesses over muscled shoulders. The breakfast room was small and dark. We salivated while we waited for coffee, and listened in to the couple next to us as they spoke of all the precarious climbs they had done. We smiled like children skiving from P.E, while also feeling a little guilty for not having the same grand ambitions for our trip to Nepal.
Breakfast was beautiful! An omelette, toast, jam of a spectacular red, and ‘hash browns’ or cold curried potato fried with onion and tomato. Coffee was delicious instant with yak milk. The guy who served us was so polite and friendly, my affection for Nepal grew even greater, despite not yet seeing it in the daylight.
Once we were fed, it was time to hit the streets.
From the moment we stepped outside i was struck with a tingling of excitement. This was one of those places. Somewhere that I instantly loved.
Here is what I wrote in a notebook straight after our wander around the dust-choked streets of Kathmandu…
I am in love with Kathmandu. It is a perfect place. I love everything; the tight streets with the thin buildings, the shops selling the most beautiful scarves and crafts, trekking gear and teas; the fellow travellers walking around with beards, in a uniform of baggy trousers and dusty vests (but not like in Thailand), looking like they love it too.
The juice stands, the little rickshaws, the people, the restaurants and even the dust. It is my kind of place, and I am already dreading leaving.
Our accommodation is really nice. The staff, all male, are all so nice and friendly and sweet. Breakfast was delicious and very filling. We’re now back in the room after a wander of heaven.
It was so colourful and pretty.
I kept having to stop to take photos, and probably irritated everyone behind me. The streets are so thin, and footpaths pretty non-existent, so you end up walking in a line flush against the shopfronts to let cars and bikes pass.
We’re going to go back out soon and hopefully sit in a pretty garden or rooftop bar and just take it all in. Every second is a photo op, and I just want to capture it all.
This is first time I’ve been really tempted to buy stuff. I’ve already spotted so many scarves I need, a few statues, like a gorgeous Hindu one in turquoise, cool pipes, silver jewellery and boxes for tea. Sigh of contentment, this is amazing!!
Kathmandu just got better and better, especially when I tried buffalo momo a few hours after writing that! Although the dust did eventually get old!
More on Kathmandu to come 🙂