Ever wondered what it’d be like riding on the top of a bus through the mountains of Nepal with shear drops around every other turn, it’s bizarrely fun, then it gets not so fun after 7 hours, read on and see how this adventure turns out.
So as you’ll of gathered by now, I’m in Nepal raising money to build 86 homes for earthquake victims. All but 6 homes were left standing in Thangpalkot 1 village.
It’s tough times and with issues getting any fuel from India, the whole country is on its knees. If people really need fuel they need to go to the black market and pay 4-5 times the regular costs.
The people of Nepal cannot afford this and with one or no buses running daily, the people including me today need to hold on for dear life on the roof.
I’m fairly positive so the first few hours is kinda fun in a weird way! But doing this everyday is just beyond thinking about. It tortures your body beyond belief, and extremely dangerous.
I believe if you want to truly help those suffering we must first walk in their shoes. So jumping on the roof of this bus and doing this is essential to understand the people, culture and suffering.
After stopping for some lunch in the small town of Melamchi, we were soon heading back to the bus only to find, more people were on it, meaning we had lost our spaces on the roof. We climbed up onto the roof and fell into gaps. Not speaking the language, but nodding and smiling, we all knew this was far from ideal. This has become reality, why? because fuel gas and vital supplies are not coming over the boarder from India. I’ll be the first one to say, i don’t know who is to blame, all I know is its political and as such the only people to suffer are the poor. Corrupt officials and gangsters are the ones cashing in on a black market created from this crisis.
Having and forcing people deeper into poverty is totally unacceptable. We should help those in need, not hold back vital supplies from them.
Maybe 30mins out of Melamchi and guess what? we run out of fuel! So now what? well it’s not like we can go to the gas station, as they are all dry. Luckily another bus came from behind, stopped, it actually had nowhere to go, it was a one track road. The drivers then proceeded to siphon some fuel from the other bus, using a plastic pipe and jerry can. 25 mins later, we were back in business and bouncing along. Rammed in but still smiling, just!
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Now for the last week, i’ve been in the village loving life, then the bus stopped again, this time 10 miles form Kathmandu. No fuel again! And no hope either. Our only option was to walk, if we didn’t leave now it would be dark soon, I putting my rucksack on and day pack straped to the front of me, we set of to Kathmandu. I was angry, because we should not be in this position. The drivers are running on fumes hoping they will get to their destination. The can’t get fuel from the regular pumps, they are closed, with hope that the fuel trucks come, people queue for upto a week.
After walking for a few miles a taxi pulled over and fortunately he was only wanting 1000 rupees, we were lucky!
After speaking to the taxi driver, we found out that the black market charge 400-500 rupees per litre. 100 rupees is around $1. All this man and other people of Nepal want, is the ability to live a life, one that is not of suffering. The people of Nepal are trying to get back on their feet after 2 earthquakes this year and this embargo by India has lasted 3 months so far!
This will not stop me building 86 homes, I will make it happen!!!!!
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