The Terai is much warmer than Kathmandu, and it is mosquito country. We had a meeting at the local office, and at dusk the little damners came out in force. I brought repellent to Nepal, but did not have the presence of mind to pack it for this trip.
The hotel is a little run down, but the room is spacious and the bed is large and seems the right firmness, and it has its own bathroom, although you have to fill the tank with a bucket in order to get the toilet to flush. I think there might be internet but you need a password, and I am not at this moment up to going walking down the 2 flights of stairs to get the password.
As usual, the staff that we met with were quite impressive. They were articulate with respect to what their problems are, and very keen to have the right tools to do their work. One of their big problems is security. Land is a sensitive issue with the Maoists, who still operate in this part of the country, and they shake the staff down for money, threatening physical harm if it is not forthcoming.
We got here by flying Budda Air. The sky was a little hazy, so could not see much out the window. It was a tiny aircraft like the ones that fly to Halifax, everyone has a window seat. No one seemed particularly concerned that my backpack was on my lap the whole time. I don’t think they cared even if your seatbelt was done up. As the flight headed down the runway the attendant passed out candies and cotton batten. The cotton batten was for putting in your ears. Why? I don’t know.
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