I wish I had never come to Nepal, but now I reside here
I don't know if this sort of post should go here, but I genuinely love sharing my story cause many people back home asked me to.
I wished I hadn't come to Nepal, genuinely.
I came to Nepal for the first time from Southampton in 2011.
Kathmandu's Airport, man. Nothing like Heathrow. Crowded, there's no freaking system, people are everywhere (of course, Heathrow is on its arse, too), but Kathmandu's airport was different, and then you step outside, and it just hits you.
See, I came from a super privileged fam, and this sort of trip was just garbage to me. There was a shitty smell. Garbage heaped along the roads. Stray dogs cutting through traffic that had no logic to it whatsoever. I remember thinking, why did my parents bring me here. I genuinely wished I were back home.
We drove to Bhaktapur. My mum's family home, a mud farmhouse with actual mud walls, a garden out front that somehow made the whole place feel calm. I'd seen pictures of houses like this from the albums my great-grandfather had from Nepal. Actually, he was originally from Nepal. But standing inside such a house in reality, smelling the mud, seeing the garden, that was different. That was real.
And then the people came. My grandparents, two uncles, two aunts, cousins, relatives, I couldn't name yet. Everywhere. All of them were looking at me like I'd done something remarkable just by showing up. This happens a lot, still, if you go to rural parts of Nepal, you are an alien kind. Not just Nepal, it happens everywhere on earth, you ain't gotta be alien. But Nepal was never racist, it still ain't.
That's Nepal's hospitality, I know that now. But at 11, I didn't know what to do with it. A British kid from Southampton, slightly overwhelmed, still not sure why the roads outside made no sense, and these people are treating me like I matter. Like my being there meant something to them.
The food wasn't a shock; we'd eaten Nepali food back home plenty of times. But eating it there, in that house, with all those people around, it just hit different.
I stayed one week. Flew back to Southampton, thinking Nepal was somewhere you visited once and that was that.
I had no idea.
The people don't have much to give, right, that's what you think when you first see it. But they have so much love that you genuinely can't bear it sometimes. That took me a while to understand. Now I can't unknow it.
I now reside in Kathmandu. I have not fully left Southampton, but Nepal has become my home. I have got 3 businesses out here (2 travel, and 1 content). I will share more stories from my experience here in future posts.
Thanks for reading.