I will admit that hopping on a local Nepali bus is a bit intimidating— you have no idea what the curly symbols on the window say, and can't decipher what on earth the fare boy is bellowing out the door. You are utterly foreign, and at the mercy of those around you. You hope that you won't get ripped off, and that someone might be able to let you know when your stop is up.
It's so often a tight squeeze, bumpy as hell and quite sweaty— but then again, bus rides tend to be everywhere. If you have the opportunity while in Nepal, give it a try!