The bus drops us off
at the airport hall which is about 100 feet from where the plane unloaded us. I
estimate that we could have walked the distance faster.
There is the typical
airport buzz present here, casual conversations take place between travelers as
they are waiting to go through customs. The line is not moving fast.
Around us is a room
in a need of modernization. The only furniture is an old table on which custom
forms are scattered and few metal chairs. The emptiness has a cold, nearly
unfriendly feel. More of an interrogation room than an airport hall it reminds
me, and that feeling gets even stronger once our turn comes up.
We face 4 immigration
officers. They sit in a row on the same metal chairs the rest of the room is
furnished with, their faces show no emotion.
The first officer
takes our money. $40.00 each for a 30-day visa. We step towards the second one who
scans our passport and hands it down the line. Now we are in front of the third
officer. His job is to check our visa forms. Once he approves them, all our
paperwork makes one last move. The last officer places a visa sticker to our
passport and we are free to go.
Outside we find a
beehive of people, each pushing their way through the crowds with a specific
task in their mind. Hundreds of luggage helpers. Taxi drivers on their hunt for
clients. On the other side of the street there is a very long line of reps from
variety of travel agencies. After 28 hours of travelling I’m thankful for
finding our rep in the beginning of that line. We receive our first friendly
welcome and in the next five minutes we are leaving the chaos behind.
It’s completely
dark, street lamps are non existing. Not much can be seen outside except for
loosely lying bricks and piles of sand. It’s like driving through a never
ending construction site which is a sight as we learn later common not only to
this particular part of town but to the whole country. The road gets from bad
to worse, the bumps feel bigger and they are more frequent the further we get
from the airport but eventually this mostly primitive road drops us off in
front hotel Shankar. During its prime it must had been a stunning structure.
Now the siding is peeling and its white color has long been spoiled by mossy
mildew but the architecture itself still impresses us.
The interior is
preserved better, a large hall decorated with mandalas, plenty of light and has
welcoming feel. Same goes for the room. Everything is clean, there is plenty of
space, and soon after our arrival a basket full of fruit is delivered.
It’s about 2:00 a.m.
now, time to get some rest before our Nepal adventure begins tomorrow.