Crossing back into Nepal
The trip back to Nepal was very beautiful. First was the border crossing in the morning. More formalities from the Chinese authorities, enough forms to print a phone book on, some of which we didn’t even need but we where told we could keep them as souvenirs. Finally we crossed the border by foot. A cool experience in itself as we walked through a no mans land where theoretically the people have no citizenship but China seems to be taking many of these people as citizens. The border crossing was a bridge over a river it was exciting. Nepali immigration was so much more relaxed! We where met by another driver and guide and began the drive back to Kathmandu. The scenery was really beautiful, terraced farms gripped the hillsides and dropped down into valleys so deep you could hardly make out the houses in the bottom. The gushing rivers bellow many with trucks hauling rocks for building out by hand. Along the road small hand made stone cottages perched over steep edges that seem to defy physics. Other than the beauty of the Nepali countryside the trip back to the big smoke was uneventful. The Tibetan trip which had by this time formed into a journey in my mind began spitting memories into my conscious interrupting the things I was seeing. The only yak black clouds in Nepal where the thick clouds of smoke rising from the brick kilns, nostalgia had begun already.
