Aunque pequenio, el reino de Nepal es un hervidero de culturas, y aunque su situacion privilegiada en plena cordillera del Himalaya, entre India y China, hagan de el uno de los lugares con los mejores paisajes del planeta, eso no quita que la bonita ciudad de Kathmandu sea tan ruidosa y este tan contaminada como la mismisima Calcuta, asi que 4 anios sin fumar y en solo un mes la polucion de Calcuta y Kathmandu se van a encargar de que a mis pulmones no les haya servido para nada.
El trayecto de Kathmandu al parque nacional de Chitwan en el techo de un autobus, diluvio universal incluido porque dentro no habia sitio, es digno de mencion. Conductores suicidas en autobuses destartalados que debieran tener prohibido circular. Jugandonos la vida a cambio de unas vistas que quitan el hipo. A medio camino entre Kathmandu y Chitwan, bajamos 22 kilometros del rio Seti haciendo rafting.
A ratos relajante paseo en barca, a ratos desternillantes ratos de risa a la que Rocio atizaba con el remo al "rambo de turno" que tenia al lado para matarle un bicho que se le habia posado en el casco a la vez que un tramo de rapidos nos envolvia, y entre gritos y carcajadas saliamos del paso como buenamente podiamos.
El resto del trayecto al hotel lo hicimos, primero en otro autobus listo para el desguace, seguido de otro tramo en furgoneta, luego en barcaza de la que tuvieron que achicar el agua antes de montarnos, de noche, con niebla sin otra luz que una linterna haciendonos seniales desde la otra orilla y en plena selva en un rio habitado por cocodrilos, y finalmente, el ultimo tramo caminando al mas puro estilo mogambo.
El trayecto de Chitwan a Pokhara es impresionante, la madre naturaleza ha sido tremendamente generosa con este pais, no asi la naturaleza humana, 
que permite que mujeres que no pasan de un metro y medio de altura tengan las espaldas destrozadas de ir cargadas como bestias. Ninios que caminan kilometros a diario para ir al colegio, los mas afortunados van en bicicleta. Hombres igualmente llevando a sus espaldas el doble o mas de su peso. Pero asi es Nepal, un pais pobre y olvidado, con constantes tragedias naturales, y no tan naturales, la inestabilidad politica de este pais, hace que mucho de sus habitantes vivan en alerta permanente, y supongo que eso genera un estres, que riete tu de las bajas laborales en Espania por la epidemia de estres del siglo XXI.
Buenos restaurantes, y entre masaje y masaje, paseo en barca por el lago. Reponiendo fuerzas para volver a la India. 
Ayer mismo noticia en el periodico, nuevo autobus que se despenia con los consiguientes muertos y heridos, y nosotras junto con Jose, montillano que conocimos en el trayecto de Chitwan a Pokhara, hemos decidido volar en avioneta de vuelta a kathmandu. En media hora en el aire tienes menos posibilidades de estrellarte que en ocho horas en autobus. Rocio y Pilar se han marchado esta maniana, y Raquel, Jose y yo nos vamos maniana.
The journey from Kathmandu to Chitwan National Park in the roof of a bus, with heavy rain included, as there weren't enough seats inside, deserves a few lines. Suicidal drivers in clapped-out buses that shouldn't run. Risking our lives in exchange for breathtaking views. Between Kathmandu and Chitwan, we went rafting for 22 km in the Seti river. Nice and quiet trip at times, and at times killing ourselves laughing when rocio hit the "Rambo guy" sitting next to her with the paddle to kill and insect that had landed in his helmet, while we were suddenly wrapped by some rapids and had to fight them off. The rest of the journey was first in a bus ready to go to the scrapyard, then in a van, then in a boat which they had to bail out, at night, foggy, with no other light than a torch making signs from the river bank, in the middle of the jungle in a river with crocodiles, and finally a 15 minutes walk.
Hotel in the jungle, exotic? yes; exciting? yes; nice? without a doubt; in exchange for all kind of tarantulas, , mosquitoes, not to mention the leeches that literally suck our blood. They are noiseless, and painless, so they crawl up your body and make themselves comfortable, and they suck your blood until they are full and then they fall on the floor. If they don't, burning them or putting salt is the best way to get rid of them. Pilar was the first one to notice something soft underneath her T-shirt, and when she lifted it up, the leech fell on the floor.
Safaris in elephants, searching for tigers and rhinos, and in our tireless search with guides bearing bambu sticks as their only weapon, we saw monkeys, lizards, deers and finally a rhino. Just a few inches from the elephant, his eyes fixed on us, challenging, huge, awesome!has anybody ever bathe with elephants in a river? if you haven't and have the chance, pls do not hesitate to do so.
The journey from Chitwan to Pokhara is beautiful, nature has been very generous with this country. However, human nature hasn't been so generous. Exhausted women bearing loads like beasts. Kids that walk miles to go to school everyday, the luckier ones ride bycicles. Men carrying twice or three times their weight. But this is what Nepal is like,a poor and forgotten country, with constant natural tragedies, and not so natural, political instability in the country makes its inhabitants to be on alert permanently, and this generates such a stress that makes Spain's stress epidemic of the 21st Century to look like a joke.Once in Pokhara the atmosphere changes. It's a small place next to the Annapurnas, with extraordinary, awesome views, if you are lucky and it's not too cloudy. The Annapurna I is one of the 8.000 in the world, the other Annapurnas II, III and IV, are 500 metres lower but as awesome as Annapurna I, and to finish off, next to the Phewa Tal, Nepal's second largest lake.
Good restaurants, and between massages a quiet boat ride. Getting our strength back to return to India.
Yesterday's news on the paper: a bus falls off a cliff causing a number of causalties and injured, so the four of us together with Jose, a guy from Montilla we met on the way to Pokhara, have decided to fly to Kathmandu. There are less chances of getting killed in a half an hour flight than in 8 hours in a bus. Rocio and Pilar left this morning and Raquel, Jose and myself are flying tomorrow.
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no me lo puedo creer puedo comentarlo! esta genial tu blog y mas genial ha sido compartir contigo esta experiencia. sigue con tu blog porque no voy a dejar de leerlo.
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