Even from the window of the plane, Kathmandu has a laid back feeling about it. It is also much poorer than any other country we have visited so far. Huge UN transporter plains and helicopters are scattered around the airport, and as we emerge from the plane, the sun shines from a crisp, clear blue sky.
With a couple of people we met on the plane, we grab a taxi and head into the main accommodation area- Thamel. The ride to Thamel is wild- traffic organises itself around the loudest and most persistent horn, and our driver is a skilled operator. Bikes, trucks, cars and pedestrians vie for a single lane road- 
organised chaos that, strangely enough, seems to work really well!
organised chaos that, strangely enough, seems to work really well!Even though Nepal's official religion is Hindu, Tibetan prayer flags are draped from every building- a beautiful sight in the afternoon sun, and I feel comfortable and relaxed almost instantly. Even though the people are poor, they are always ready to share a smile, and I find their lifestyle refreshing.
Something that is somewhat off-putting, however, is the Nepalese habit for spitting. Nepali's have no hesitation in hawking up a lurgie from the depths of their lungs and delivering at your feet. It's really hard not to cringe at the sound of drawing phlegm, and the road is a veritable minefield of quivering mucus. Ick!
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