It was time for bumps, shudders, and squealing brakes— for roadside tea, and those itty-bitty bananas that I'm so fond of. Time to be squished into a hot bus, and time to feast on the colours that fly by the rattling, dusty window. I must admit that though a roadtrip in Nepal is often a frustrating, sticky experience, I find it quite fun, and miss the mayhem when on a more orderly bus in Turkey.
