Yesterday we left Kathmandu. Our truck was loaded with three tons of food, tarpaulins and medical supplies. Two of us fit in the front with the driver. The rest ride on top of the supplies.
The mountain roads are definitely not for the timid. They got rid of all those pesky things like gaurdrails.
About an hour or two from our destination, the wind kicked up and the rain began. The wind was staying to swirl and even shake the truck. The driver reluctantly kept going.
I was in the front seat. All of us in the front were wide-eyed when we turned a corner and saw there had been a very very recent landslide. Some of the rocks on the road were as big as a motorcycle. We were all eyeing the cliff on side us for any sign of movement.
All of a sudden dirt and small rocks started coming down the cliff at our front bumper. The truck driver punched it and we got outta there. We don't know how big that slide became and we didn't go back to find out. We stopped in the next village that wasn't directly under a cliff.
We stopped in front of a house and got out of the truck. We decided to spend the night. The woman of the house where we stopped greeted us (image). She then cooked us dinner and had tea ready for us in the morning. Amazing!
The road we turned on this morning makes that last one look like interstate 35. So our adventure continues.
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