The Lockdown in Nepal with its flight ban is a part of this trip. It’s not catastrophic but a new mental challange if you don’t know when you eventually reach home.
International flights had been suspended first until 14th of May. So with my flight on 15th of May I was in confident to return. They prolonged the verdict just three days before it was running out to the 31st of May and my airline canceled the flight soon after. It’s now rescheduled for 3rd of June and I am anxiously waiting if this works out.
With a bit of a smile on the face this reminds me on Thomas Mann’s novel The magic mountain. People arrive at the sanatory with the intention of staying two weeks end end up in the place for years. Here is also some basic luxory, you see mountains in the back and a desease is defining the length of the stay.
The solidarity in the country is high. You see restaurants preparing food “to go” for free for the ones in need and even I got once such a packet without even asking for it. Many people which have no income get supported by their huge family clans as I heard on many occasion.
Talking about casts this is likely the least understandable part in Nepal. The family name of a Nepali is the name of its cast and indeed this defines options and possibilities even though it’s banned by Nepal constitution. Tourists are somehow out of this system and find themselves between the first and the next lower cast. I am far away to judge this system as strange it may appear in our eyes. It has grown over centuries and seems like a hidden cement for the society.