Petrol blockade remains in full running force. Negotiations are standing still. The scant number of buses and jeeps able to run, become overcrowded, especially on market day. A large passenger jeep comes honking down the road notifying passengers of its arrival. Normally this jeep seats up to around 16 passengers on an average day. Today, my imagined “maximum total passenger” load, is broken many times. The jeep keeps honking despite over capacity, and continues to pick up one to two more passengers with each stop. Peak head count was 28 adults with 6 children inside, with about 10 more rooftop passengers.
The road is dusty. The jeep lurches with each pothole. Grateful the speed is slow enough that any sort of impact would not be’ too’ harmful. No major complaints noted. Again, the Nepalese show their strength in times of hardship. Such tight proximity on the bus could get out of hand if someone angered.
Desire to offer my seat to older woman hanging off the back of jeep, but wedged in so far that impossible to do. I close my eyes, take not so deep a breath due to dust, and attempt a zen moment. Sabita nods off next to me. She DOES tire on occasion. She protests later saying the jeep is like rocking a baby’s cradle.
I love this travel, despite all its discomforts. This is the travel norm for the majority. My life is blessed with so many expected comforts. Great teachings of patience, tolerance and compassion.