The Mis-Adventurer Mag

This morning we escaped the chaos of Kathmandu and headed into the mountains. It was our first experience of Nepali buses and, having heard a little about them before we left, they didn’t dissapoint. The morning was quite foggy and as we headed out through some pretty grubby Kathmandu outskirts our speed started to pick up. Suddenly, the bus in front wasn’t going quite fast enough for our driver though and he swung sharply to the right, veering into the murky fog.  At this point the visibility was probably about enough for me to trundle on at about 20 miles an hour, in my own lane, peering ahead with narrowed eyes. Our bus driver, however, took it as an invitation to barrel on into the murk at 60mph, merrily blowing his horn as if that makes as the difference.