Old fasioned scale somewhere along the road.
The bus ride back to the city shoudl have taken only five hours, but twelve hours later we finally arrived. All the way there was stop & go traffic, as hundreds (if not thousands) of busses and trucks were leaving the city for the weekend. Covered in dust and sweat we arrived back in Kathmandu, just half an hour before all the hotels close for the night.
We stopped for more than one hour somewhere along the way due to some accident. I saw three trucks laying upside down on the road, and many more acciodents with motorbikes along the way. The traffic in this country is truly crazy.
Our last night in the National Park. A group of students from a nearby town had come for a day out. They'd bought a goat in the village, which they beheaded and cooked over a fire. Later there was dancing and singing, and we all had a good time.
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