Kathmandu on a motorbike (I)

A week ago I got my first taste of being on a motorbike in Kathmandu. No helmet, no protective gear. Just blind faith in P. my driver, who thankfully never went above 40 km/h, and in the other road users (particularly big truck drivers) who could slam into us from behind any time. Since I'm helping  P. with a dictionary project, I suppose it was in his best interests to keep me alive too...





It was pretty fun, if a little harrowing at the start. But it was a great relief to get out of the noise and dust of the city centre.



P. took me to a place out of town he liked. It's still a district of Kathmandu, but it felt a world away.





You might think me mad for sticking out my arm to take a video during the ride, but it had to be done.




On our way back I asked P. how many lessons he'd taken before getting his licence. (I also asked if many people just paid for their licences here.)