Reaching Nepal

There is another thing that helped me realize the height, and that was our journey down. I was told the road to get to Nepal was very, very dangerous. It had seemed like we had already been on some very, very dangerous roads, but those were “happy roads” according to our drive compared to the one that awaited us. The one that awaited us had construction, fog, huge drop offs, and the danger of landslides. Knowing all of this we still were anxious to cross over to Nepal via this road. The descent began and our hearts were in our throats. We began by moving ever so slowly. We were inching along bribing construction workers with cigarettes to let us through. The road was narrow and at one edge is a mountain with rocks precariously positioned and on the other side is a huge gorge going down to great depths. We inched and inched, and then we stopped. We waited and talked without too much of a care in the world. Then all of sudden we heard a loud BOOM! Farther up the road the construction workers were blowing up a rock that had fallen from the mountain. Yes, we were definitely on a dangerous road, but it was one of the most beautiful roads I have ever been on. I let my eyes feast upon the beauty that surround me. Everything was lush and green. The tall mountains were covered in trees, and waterfalls were cascading over the mountains everywhere. They would rush down over the mountain and fall into the stream that wound itself around the mountain. Some of the waterfalls would splash mightily down on the road and we would wash our cars under the power of the water. The fog hugged the mountaintops enveloping them in mystery and intrigue. The road was spectacular. We would get down to the valley, and I would think we reached the bottom, but we hadn’t. Then we would have to go down another and another and another. It seemed unending. We went down gorge after gorge and my eyes canvassed the landscape over and over again. I praised God for the amazing beauty, and I prayed that he would help us reach our destination safely.


God answered my prayer. We arrived in Zhongmu, the border town in China, that night safe and sound. The next day we would awake and cross over to Nepal. This was another huge undertaking. This was another day in the jeep. We crossed over and rented a vehicle for 5 people to go to Katmandu. I was the lucky one to sit by the driver in the front. His elbow pretty much stayed in my belly or my chest as he shifted gears the whole time. It was a long drive, but it was also an amazing beautiful drive. We still weren’t down far enough. We had to continue to go on dangerous roads winding downwards. We also got to feast our eyes on the Nepal landscape and people. I got to see amazing terraces, women working in the fields, people carrying stalks of corn on their backs, children walking in their school uniforms, and people just living their lives. Nepal is a friendly country that displays beauty in their landscape and in their people. We smiling went along the road and took in the surroundings.