Street in Dhaka |
Highway Beautification Project in RI |
It’s funny how much transportation has been a common theme
in my life this year. First was the organized and detail oriented limited
access roadway project in Rhode Island, then the crazy experience of Dhaka
traffic and now a more tame, but equally enthralling, Nepal public
transportation.
Ring Road, by my home stay |
My family’s home is about a 45 minute walk from the program
center, where classes are held. Another student lives across the way, and we
have begun our attempts at mastering the local bus. We felt like complete
fools/foreigners the first day, as we darted across Ring road and stood there
trying to wave down the golden bus that our host parents had told us about. It
took several tries, but a few laughs later, we finally found a golden bus that
pulled over, seemed to agree that their path was near the right area, and off
we went. Success!
In Nepal, I've noticed that public transportation generally have two employees per vehicle - a driver and a doorman/fee collector. The fee collected tends to be younger male and seems to be responsible for maximizing profit - both by yelling the destination of the vehicle out the open door or window and by encouraging people to take up less room so more passengers can board. Early in the morning, its generally a pretty easy commute, without too many fellow riders. But on the way home, especially from 4 to 6pm, the busses tend to be packed! I wish I could get an adequate photo to capture the experience, but I'm not sure it can translate into a picture.
The other night I was invited to a small evening gathering on the other
side of town. It was so lovely to be thought of/invited and just really nice to
have a more “American” night out. It made me miss summer get-together’s at home
on the back patio/pool. I couldn’t stay all that long, because I did
not want to keep my Nepali family up. My hosts helped arrange a taxi with a
reputable driver and off we went. I had great fun practicing my Nepali, which
is slowly improving. We were almost home when the driver took what he thought was a
short cut and suddenly the road became more broken stairs then paved road.
His car stalled in the process, and so I had to jump out and help give the car
a few shoves, while he guided the car. The car took a few dings, I hopped back
in and off we went again!