Nepal 59: An Awkward Taxi Ride

The taxi ride was a little awkward.

There were four of us. The driver spoke no English, as far as I could tell. Our trekking guide sat up front, occasionally chatting with the driver in their native tongue. I shared the backseat with a small Malaysian man. We had all introduced ourselves, but the names were foreign, and hadn’t stuck.

For all intents and purposes, I was in a car with three strangers, heading for the remote mountains of Nepal.

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