The Re-unite-ification

dec 27th.

Strangely enough, with the restrictions of 9-11 and all the air transport checks that are supposed to be done on luggage, I don’t even recall my suitcase being weighed or opened at Edmonton international, or at Kathmandu international. Any ways… a nice little nepali man helped me find my luggage. I must have looked terribly worried because he came up to me and asked me if I had found my luggage yet. One thing I have noticed during my time in Nepal is Nepalese people are quite reserved and often don’t speak to you, unless you speak to them 1st.
So after I described my luggage, he jumped onto the baggage carousel and disappeared into the baggage dungeons behind the wall. A few mintutes later he emerged with my two suitcases, still intact with my rainbow gay pride suitcase seatbelt strapped around them. YAH!!! The man then proceeded to whisk me through the security gates and the baggage opening check point area. Sweet! I was through the tough part, now I just had to find Shiv.
As I turned the corner and made my way down the ramp to the arrivals area. I was shocked to find a wall of what looked like hundreds of smiling and screaming brown faces. Every one waititng or yelling out to their loved ones. And through all the chaos infront of me I was able to pick out one smiling brown face in particular. My husband.

He looked almost exactly the same. Black motorcyle greaser jacket, buddy holly glasses and his big smile. Suddenly Nepal didn’t seem so lonely, because I had my team member here in Nepal with me.

The car park was nuts, full of dusty, dusty people, armed police in military fatigues, small cute cars and to my surprise- TATA’s. Tata is Indias first mass produced consumer car, and it was every where. Satyndra (shiv’s friend from Kumbeshwar Technical School) had come to meet me and my luggage and take us back to his house. The drive from the airport to Sat’s house was crazy, no real lines on the road, so dusty, cars every where, tons of motor cycles, people, people every where, brick building housing little shops and businesses of all sorts. It was the sort of scene that would put the mind and body into shock.

I was just glad the city didn’t smell like poo.

Little did I know….