Last night, we all went into the tourist centre for a meal, as we had only arrived from out west and I wasn't all that keen to start cooking for everyone. We headed off in three separate taxis, always completely clapped out Suzuki's. I had three other ladies with me, and I sat in the front seat, being the only one who knew the way. Boy!!!!!! What a ride. The traffic was manic and so was the driver. Eight lanes of traffic where there should be four; motor bikes, bicycles, trucks, taxis, tuk tuks, pedestrians, all seemingly oblivious of each other. No need to be on the right side of the road. The craziest taxi driver wins. Two of the ladies were not impressed but Lyn and I loved every minute of it. Down side streets, dodging potholes, animals. 30 minutes later, we arrived at our destination totally pumped. I wanted to do it all again. Ahh!!!!! Nepal. I love it.