A Moment in Time - India/Nepal Border, BAjaj Auto-Rickshaw
“One thing that I love about traveling is feeling disoriented and removed from my comfort zone.” ― Sarah Glidden, How to Understand Israel in 60 Days or Less
For the previous 4 days, our fate had been in he hands of Nepal’s Maoist rebels. We’d had to talk our way through their road blocks, swerve our humble rickshaw past their barricades of burning tyres and try to ignore their nervousness as they fingered the triggers of their automatic weapons.
We’d been stranded in Kathmandu by their fuel blockade and forced to drive through the night to reach the Indian border before they closed it. Through the darkness, rural Nepal had flickered past our flimsy steed, as clouds of gangly insects made for our headlight. And then, with daybreak, there came the border, and the moment we’d been waiting for. The sound of a stamp impacting a passport.
We were back in India.