24/02/2009
previous day, there was no bus, so today is stuffed to the brim. Luckily I manage to climb onto the roof quite quickly and addressed in the good place - we can sit on their backpacks. Let's go.
One of these pictures, which even at 1% do not show how beautiful this trail.
looks like such a horse?
At the beginning we counted 21 people on the roof, and it seemed to us the possibility of a peak load of the vehicle. At the end, however, was going to already more than 30 people, along with the luggage of course. This means not only that it is cramped, but also that every now and then someone grabs you by the leg, knee, arm, etc., lest they fall out on the turns. I manage to fight for positions fairly stable (the legs and ass zaklinowanym barrier between a backpack and a big box with the TV), so I spend most of those 10 hours, compressed as a tomato as a prop for the other - from Susan right shoulder clinging, clinging to a Belgian left leg and some Nepalczykiem uczepionym different variations of the body, depending on the current configuration of passengers. Susan wonders
August, and different male hands on her knee, that's for sure just need to secure stability, but we conclude with this:)
Several times, when we pass a police / military, they tell us to get down from the roof (it comes with This horse is incompatible with the regulations). Then you have to hurry back terribly, so that no one climbed on our site. When you first sit down such a hasty return of the momentum in our bag of bananas ... The second time, so I get smart and we are on top, lying prostrate, carefully covered with different distance jackets, bags and backpacks.
Every now and then a guy comes up to the room by collecting money for tickets. It comes only while driving. Peeks through the door near the driver climbs on the ladder and celebrated around the bus, his feet on a narrow ledge erecting (which is located above the windows), one-handed catching passengers (for which he just more comfortable), and the other holding the money. There is no third hand, in order to receive this money, but somehow it goes will this art. Well, at the same time, just behind his back, a few hundred meters of an abyss ...
Files Susanna:
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late afternoon to knock home. "Namaste!" - Yell. "Namaste ..." responds automatically Buchung speechless. I guess we really do not believe we'll be back.
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the evening, with Losar, the rain is coming - New Year's gift from heaven for the righteous inhabitants of the valley of Langtang.
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