Ina, are we going to die?

I love driving. I adore it. Anyone of my friends can easily vouch for that. For years I have been a designated driver wherever we went. I drove around US, Europe, and all without complaining. One summer I drove 10 hours straight in one direction with my cousin to spend 5 days with a friend in Monte Negro. I am lucky because most of the people were willing to let me drive and were happy being passengers and navigators. Mr.B. is one of them. He despises driving. Before he met me he thought road trips were punishments sent straight from hell. I proved him wrong and showed him that life on the road can be lots of fun, and most of the time he gladly agreed on me taking over the wheel.

I had a hard time saying goodbye to my lovely car when leaving Croatia. My red bolt served me so well for so many years, so I was sad to be leaving it. I knew that once I come to Kathmandu I will not be driving for a while. For two very obvious reasons: 1. the steering wheel is on the wrong side of the car; 2. traffic in Kathmandu is insane. Slowly, with time, I adjusted to cars driving on the opposite side of the road than the one I am used to, but I still have issues with my left hand being too uncoordinated for changing gears. I have already, so many times, on this blog mentioned that traffic here is crazy that I think this blog’s name should be changed to “The Traffic of Kathmandu”, but you have no idea how insane things are here. Everyone drives however they want to, and wherever they want to. One lane can easily turn into five and in 100 meters narrow down to two and without any obvious reasons. Dogs and people appear out of nowhere completely oblivious to the buzzing traffic. There’s trash and potholes, and sometimes discarded clothes lying in the middle of the road, and at night you never know what it might be. People jump over concrete divider blocks on the highway and buses change lanes without giving signal. Taxis swerve left and right, and most of the time drive in the middle of the road so you cannot go around them. Motorbikes come from all directions milling around the car like a bunch of ants. To drive in Kathmandu is an overload for all the senses.

Look, this car has a defect! Its stirring wheel is on the wrong side!

Look, this car has a defect! Its steering wheel is on the wrong side!

I have been determined to practice my driving here. First time I sat in the car and drove was a bit problematic. I was scared and couldn’t really change gears easily. I kept driving too close to the side of the road and many a time got stuck behind a slow driving vehicle because I was too scared to overtake. Mr.B. was scared like nothing. He was so tensed I was just waiting for the famous line once told by an old friend while in a go-kart: Ina, are we going to die?

Last night after spending an evening with friends, Mr.B. and I decided I should drive home. It was unexpectedly pleasant and successful. I drove with ease! It probably had something to do with the fact no one was out in the street. I was so confident that at one point I was driving in fourth gear! OK, so that doesn’t sound like much, but let me assure you that driving in fourth gear in Kathmandu is a big deal for me. Now if I could only get out during the day and actually experience driving in Kathmandu traffic, I’d be golden. But that will have to hold off until we cover the car in bubble wrap.

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19 thoughts on “Ina, are we going to die?

  1. hahaha you made me laugh so hard :-)! that they at the go-kart ring was so much fun.. and hey, we didn’t die :-P. I’m glad you started driving in Nepal. I know how much you love it. I miss driving with you!

  2. O I know. I have never ventured into the traffic kathmandu, although I like to drive car. in pokhara we rented a scooter, where I could indulge my passion. pokhara is fortunately far from quiet

  3. I know what you mean..driving is nightmare in KTM…
    I’ve been trying to get my license for quite sometime now..but I just can’t bring myself to drive in the crazy roads here even for practice..
    So, have you acquired a driving license for Nepal yet?

      • It’s actually quite simple. If he has his country’s license, he needs to find out which institution issues the international one. Sometimes it’s the police; in Croatia’s case it’s the Croatian Automobile Club. He will most probably need a photo, and some money and they should issue the international license without any problem.

  4. I have to say Bravo for driving in Kathmandu. I can’t even imagine to drive there. We always get a driver to take us around while we are there. Drive safe and be ready to be patience as you will need lots of it while driving there.

    • Thank you! 🙂
      I cannot imagine driving here either, but I’m forcing myself to do it. Otherwise I will be stuck in the house for good, depending on others. I am so used to being independent and going places on my own.

  5. Hi, thank you for such a lovely blog, I am planning on moving to Kathmandu in the near future for work, and I thought you might be the right person to ask how common and how expensive it is to hire a driver? If you have any recommendations about this, I would highly appreciate it!! I am not too keen about driving around myself after reading various places of how chaotic it can be.

    • Hi! Thanks for your comment. Yes, as you could tell from my blog, driving in Ktm is rather difficult as the traffic is pretty chaotic. I think it would take you a while to accustom to driving there without a local by your side to guide you. Most of the people here, including locals, have drivers, so in other words, it’s very common and relatively cheap to hire one. The reliability and driving skills of the aforementioned drivers are sometimes questionable though… Hiring a good one seems to be trial and error process.

      • Thanks a lot for taking the time to reply:) Puts me at some what ease to know that, also thank you for giving some insight to life there, will hopefully be useful as I make my move. I don´t know when yet, but excited to see what happens:)!

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