My hotel room goes black as the loud rumbling from a backup generator outside my window suddenly stops. Still not acquainted with this new room as of one hour ago, I stumble around looking for my laptop, my only source of light besides the unlit candle in the bathroom on the other side of the room. I should have packed my headlamp. It is evident how unprepared I am for this country.
I open my laptop to finish getting ready for bed while trying not to wake my sleeping roommate.
The first few hours I’ve spent in Nepal have been eventful. As soon as we arrive from the airport, my roommate suggests I take a shower tonight rather than wait till morning when it’s likely we will have no running water.
After 36 plus hours of traveling from San Diego to Nepal, a shower should be pretty relaxing, right?
Wrong. My aching muscles suddenly begin to hate me even more as I step into the curtain-less shower and get my first taste of what the next 5 minutes of my life will entail.
As soon as the ice cold water hits my body, I do my best to keep from letting out a scream. I no longer care about using the correct bottles of soap I brought. Shampoo becomes body wash and face wash in addition to hair wash.
As I dry off my shivering body, somehow the flicker of the candle lighting the bathroom calms me and I remind myself that the people of Nepal live like this every day. I will only have to endure lack of electricity and running water for two weeks, but others have become accustomed to it.
Traveling always has a way of making me thankful for everything I have. Besides the comforts of home, I’m thankful for the bed I will be sleeping in tonight after a long journey of planes and layovers. I’m also thankful the loud generator outside my window has stopped running since I can’t seem to find my earplugs.
“Good night, Nepal. I’m sure you will be full of many more surprises.”