The pain of the adventure is probably the most beautiful pain in the world as long as you are alive and the scars left behind drifts you back to the point of time, when adrenalin reached to its peak and the world stopped for a while. Its was planned spontaneously. The god's highway was awaiting for us. This was probably one of the most dangerous roads in the world, not bigger than 12 feet in breadth where hardly a bus could pass and furthermore it was steep ,rising vertically above the surface. There were no driving rules, traffic or any sort of security. If you would fall down the hill to the river below, none could find your bones in 100 years to come.
Our destination was Sindhuli, one of the 75 districts in Nepal and about an Area of 2300 square Km. The place has a great historical significance. Sindhuli is the place where British Soldiers were defeated for the first time in Asia in 1767A.D . Surrounded by beautiful lush greeneries and hills perhaps it was impossible for British soldiers to defeat brave Nepali Gurkha's attack , who knew their land very well. Sindhuli is also the place where my mother was born.
Trip to Nepal had never been same after meeting Eva who had recently arrived in Nepal after her years in London and was very much enthusiastic as i was in traveling to Sindhuli seeking adventure and meeting relatives who had been living there all their lives. During the house party at Raju Uncle's House ( one of my mother's five brothers), I came in contact with my cousin Sagar Dhakal who lived in Sidhuli and was happy to take us with him on the next day. We had no reason to say no. There began our trip at around 12 pm from Kathmandu and just then onwards i found myself in solitude after leaving crowdy Kathmandu. I was dissolved into the Mother Nature and Mother Nature was so close to me. I could see simple life, farmers, people with no big desires. The Western World is far too complicated in this matter. I was surrounded just with materials here in the *Wild West*, where people worked 18 hrs a day and took 1 month vacation to prove that they can get away from their lives. But at the end of the day stone remains a stone.
We reached Rata Mata, the place where soil was red coloured and very slippery during the monsoon. Before we reached Rata mata ,we did cross few watery roads (I don't have a perfect word to describe. River flew through the road and we needed to take the rivery way). There were some road blocks on the way due to the landslide on the previous night. It was extremely dangerous to travel on this time of year. There was a bus accident just few weeks ago on the same route we took killing about 70 people on board. I can't describe how hard my heart was pumping . On the way, my mind remembered all those big european cities i have visited and meanwhile i was at the end of nowhere. I began to picturise European cities on the very place. How badly would it have ruined the beauty,turning mother nature into a materie.
We had a very nice Driver. He controlled the speed of the vechile and allowed us to get off at places on the way so that we could take some pictures and strech our legs. It was normally 6hrs drive from Kathmandu but it took us a bit more. It was already dark and we were just about to reach Sindhuli when it started raining very heavily . Mountain road was unvisible due to the fog and of course there was no street lights. The driver showed some skills. My cousin and i started talking about european history, world war and development after the war or other random stuffs , when our vechile was heading towards its destination.