Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Culture Shock: Kathmandu 17-19 September 2014


We stayed in Thamel, one of the more touristy and western suburbs of Kathmandu, which probably exacerbated the culture shock which hit after three weeks in rural areas of the Eastern Gangetic Plains.  (Other westerners!  They look so pale and strange!) For the first six hours or so the spaciousness of my room, the quiet of the hotel, the on-demand hot water, the manicured gardens were luxurious and I revelled in them.  But then...it seemed too quiet.  Too alien from the world the wait staff lived in until they entered the gates and changed from their neat shalwar suits into uniforms.  Too unreal and fantastic....and, really, too boring.  It was a hotel for westerners who’d come to ‘do’ Kathmandu...it was perfectly fine, but it wasn’t the hotel I most enjoyed staying in, despite the luxury (and, in western terms it was very nice but by no means utterly luxurious).

Quiet morning street in Thamel

The Kathmandu hotel serves a lot more people than any other hotel we stayed in, and it’s very efficient at what it does.  It also deals with (at times) very demanding, uncompromising westerners.  It’s got a lot more competition.  I'm not knocking it – just noting that it was less fun than our other hotels in many ways:

One of the reasons the hotel was more boring was because it was (understandably) aiming for uniformity and repeatability: when we arrived we had a “complimentary drink” of powdered orange juice – it was a welcome gesture but it wasn’t a patch on the buffalo chai we were offered at the previous place, after we’d checked out, when they realised we were hanging round waiting till our drivers turned up.  That’s partly because I really like buffalo chai and I don’t like juice concentrates, but it’s also because the chai was a spontaneous gesture by the manager because we looked hot (“or fresh lime soda if you prefer, Madam”) and because he was kind, not because it was in his rule book of What Happens At Check In. 

Iced lemon ginger tea

We’d had a bit of a game over the past three weeks searching for a boneless bit of chicken: every piece we encountered seemed to have at least one bone – we surmised that’s just what happens if you cut the bird chop, chop, chop, left to right and then chop, chop, chop, top to bottom.  No matter how close we thought we were coming to a boneless breast or lump of thigh we always turned up a fragment of bone in each piece.  We also seemed to get a lot of ‘chicken knuckles’ which I think must have been the hip joints with surrounding meat.  In the end it was odd to encounter chicken at the Kathmandu hotel restaurant which had no bones in it – it felt like something was missing. 


Kathmandu, and in particular Thamel, is a big city whose main industry is tourism.  It’s understandable that westerners are walking wallets to many people, but it made walking round less fun than it was in the small towns we visited.  It also meant the wait staff were competent and polite but not really interesting as people.  At our previous hotel the breakfast waiter was enormously enthusiastic and keen, stuffed up most orders, but got us sorted in the end, and had a beautiful smile all the while.  And marsala chai was normal, not something I had to ask for specially.

In Kathmandu none of us ever came back to our rooms to find our bags had been moved to another because of “only a small fire, Sir” in the air conditioner – nor to see photos of the fire proudly shown on the manager’s mobile.  There was a certain piquancy going to sleep that night, wondering how well wired the rest of the air conditioners were!


One very good thing about the hotel in Kathmandu – there were no cockroaches – for which I was grateful!  I should point out that I only saw cockroaches in one of the six other hotels we stayed in.  The sheer numbers there were particularly memorable though, and the way they all responded to the insect spray by running around with incredible zip and vigour.

Buffalo curd (not in Kathmandu)

 One of the worst things about our Kathmandu hotel was that it didn’t carry the Hindi cooking channel.  Now there’s a reason to go back to India PDQ!

On a serious note, this was a fantastic trip: interesting, educational and humbling.  I'm very grateful to have been on it and looking forward to returning to the region soon and to working with some exceptional and friendly colleagues. 

I’ll blog again the next time I travel and have something to share.  Namaste!





No comments:

Post a Comment