My Mum is in Nepal! What the heck?!
Our embrace at the airport was one I had been looking forward to for four months! And it did not disappoint.
Having mum here is crazy and strange and wonderful and fun. It’s been cool to see how she reacts to and engages with the culture here, and her sense of humour has been awesome to have around again. The last fourish days, I’ve been showing mum some touristy things and just catching up on life with her. We have been to Thamel, the main tourist hangout, she’s met some of my friends, had some Nepali food and I have shown her how to conquer overcrowded buses. It’s been wonderful for someone so close to me to see this land that I love so much, and meet some of the people I love so much. It’s been really special and really great.
Right now, we are in Pokhara. It is a popular tourist destination, famous for its massive lake and Annapurna mountain range views. There’s lots of adventurey stuff on offer and lots of opportunities for shopping. It’s been really relaxing and lovely to chill out with my mum!
However. Yup, there’s always a however. In Nepal, it is monsoon season right now. So it’s rainy, humid – still insanely beautiful, but it’s considered ‘off-peak’ as far as tourism goes. So the business owners here seem desperate for business.
Our first half hour in Pokhara was stressful. Mum and I stumbled out of the bus after the 8-hour journey, and were immediately confronted with a swarm of taxi drivers over-excitedly offering their services. I had close to 10 taxi drivers following me around offering their taxi. I picked the quietest one (I always go for the underdog) and off we went to Lakeside, the central touristy place. We got out of the taxi, bags in hand, and we were approached by yet another swarm of men. This time it was to get us to stay in their guesthouses. A guesthouse is basically a cheap hotel designed for backpackers. We had a bunch of guesthouse owners take out their crumpled brochures to try and sell their rooms. It was overwhelming!
‘You looking for aircondition? My room have aircondition!’
‘I can offer good price, best price!’
‘Come have a look! You like, you stay, you don’t like, don’t stay, no problem.’
‘Best views in this room. You can see the mountain from your pillow!’
It was time for a gameplan. I was over being haggled with when I wasn’t ready! I was still doughy from the bus ride and just needed a minute to gather my thoughts. I told mum ‘I need tea!’ Lo and behold, there was a lady selling cups of tea in a quiet nook by the lake. We manoeuvred the steep dirt incline and approached the lady.
‘Chiya (tea)?’ I said.
She nodded.
‘Dudt (milk) chiya?’ I said, doubtful but excited.
She nodded!
Ah. Mum and I sat down on a metal bench, sat our bags down, sipped our tea and could just breathe. It was wonderful.
A few sips into my cuppa, I looked up at the road we had just come from and my heart sank.
‘Mum, the Aircon Room Guy followed us!’
Aircon Room Guy was particularly forward. He had followed us part of the way, telling us that mum needed the aircon his rooms offered. I tried to let him down easy, but it obviously wasn’t enough to deter him. He had followed us into our little caffeinated haven and in doing so, crossed a line. No one interrupts my cup of tea.
‘You stay in my room! Aircondition for your mumma!’
‘We have had long journey! We need tea. Then we decide,’ I said, hoping that would communicate ‘let us drink our tea in peace!’
‘Oh, ok, no problem. I wait. You drink tea, then we talk.’
Oh no buddy. There is no way! ‘Ok!’ Dang it. Why do I have to be so nice?!
Mum and I talked strategy as we enjoyed our tea, closely watched by our persistent friend. Where would we stay? We decided that the only sure-fire way to deter Mr Aircon was to have already made a decision about guesthouses and ask for directions there. Then he would have no doubt that we had made up our mind and it was not in favour of the Aircon Room.
The last sip of tea came. As it went down to meet the acid in my stomach, I prepared for battle. It went down pretty well – I politely explained that we had decided on a guesthouse already, but thanked him for telling us about his place. He accepted this, but assured us that it was always open if we weren’t happy where we were going.
On our way to our guesthouse, we were approached by yet another guy about the rooms he had on offer. Even after explaining that we already had a place to stay, he was still insistent on following us to ensure that we knew that his was the best one.
‘Can I be frank with you?’ I said, on the brink of exasperation but with my best effort at a smile, ‘We have just had a long journey, we are very tired, and we just need to go to our room. Please do not follow us.’
That got through.
Why did I share this story? Because this experience made me feel totally out of my depth. Because forward, persistent taxi drivers and guesthouse owners aren’t really a ‘thing’ in Australia. And because God calls us to be patient with each other, even when our tea is interrupted. Even after 8-hour long journeys. My patience muscle is definitely being flexed here in Pokhara!
As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.
EPHESIANS 4:1, 2