The Worst Bus Journey of My Life in Nepal
It was only 8am and I was sweating profusely and my back and shoulders were hurting from my heavy rucksack. Where the heck was this flipping bus stand? We were quickly zig-zagging our way through the busy streets of Kathmandu, dodging annoying rickshaw hawkers and trying to find the bus to take us to Chitwan National Park. With only ten minutes to spare, we finally found the right bus and sat back and took a deep breath whilst wiping the sweat from our foreheads. Our seats were designated at the back of the bus, which I was not too happy about, but at least we had the whole back row. The bus set off, winding it's way through the heavy traffic and streets of Kathmandu. We were lunged forward every time the bus driver slammed on his breaks, either to avoid smashing into another vehicle or hitting a person running across the road.
Once we had left Kathmandu, the views were incredible, but extremely terrifying! Wonderful valleys and rolling hills spread out in the distance and a great big drop was just to the side of us. I tried not to look down, yet for some reason I couldn't stop looking down. There were no guard rails and little room for another car to pass going the opposite way. I continued to pear down and noticed a crunched up vehicle down below where an unfortunate load of passengers had clearly plummeted and rolled to their death. I took a deep breath and told myself the chances of us falling off the road are slim... not sure whether or not I truly believed this.
We were finally away from steep drop roads with no rails and now the bus driver was driving at about 200mph (well that's what it felt like!). The road we were now on was incredibly bumpy. I must have spent about 20% in my seat and the rest of it flying into the air. How Nath was casually eating some pringles I shall never know! ... Just when I thought the bus ride couldn't get any worse I felt the desperate need to go for a pee. I walked to the front of the bus (well tried! it was more like flying to the front on this bus) and asked the bus driver to stop so I could use the toilet. We had been on the bus for 4 hours, so surely it would be time for a break anyway. But of course, the bus driver was never going to stop... He would rather I wet myself than stop the bus for me.
I sat back in my seat, telling myself it wasn't much longer on this bus, but every bump was agony for my bladder and I couldn't wait another minute of it. I told Nath to finish his pringles and I would pee in that! Fortunately we were at the back of the bus, so I took the empty pringles pot and crouched down. The pot started filling extremely quickly and it felt like I still had a long way to go before I had finished. The roads were still incredibly bumpy and my pee was now splashing out of the pringles pot like a tidal wave and all over the floor, my shoes and my legs. I had to force myself to stop mid-flow as the pringles pot was now completely full. I handed it to Nath as I pulled my knickers up, who looked at me horrified as the pee began splashing all over his hands whilst he tried to put the lid on. So there we were, with a full pringles pot of pee and no idea what to do with it. For someone who cares a great deal about the environment, the thought of throwing it outside was awful, but it had to be done as it was beginning to leak everywhere. I opened the window and Nath throw it out like it was a bomb which was about to explode.
We shuffled over to the other side of the backseats and an hour later we finally arrived at Chitwan National Park.