Lessons of Nepali Busses
On my way from Kathmandu to the Annapurna circuit a bit of confusion and turned what should have been a 6 hour journey on fancy tourist busses into a 12 hour event involving the small local busses and the brave men who operate them. It gave me an opportunity to observe how they operate, and it was simply amazing.
Nepalese busses are interesting in themselves. They look like a city bus, but shrunk down to be a little larger than a full sized van. They seem to always be a red colour palette with chrome. They are also coated in decals, stickers, and murals. They remind me of the decor you see on rides and trailers at a carnival.
Upon entering one, my 6’2″ height combined with my… Lets say slightly husky build, is a comical sight. My best guess is a clearance of about 5’8″ (once, when exiting, I hit my head off of 4 rungs in a row, everyone smiled). I find my way to my seat, feeling like a grizzly that accidentally entered a children’s play house. Then I sit and wait. The bus leaves when it’s full. Not when the seats are taken, but when the bus is full to the brim.
Eventually, we are off, laden with passengers and their bags tied to the roof. This is where my amazement of the process and my respect for the crew originated. You see, operating a bus in most countries requires a driver… In Nepal, its a 3 man crew. First is the driver, this is a man with ice in his veins, unflinching, unblinking, unafraid, and maybe unhinged. He’s a man who must have found rodeos, redheads, or rally cars not exciting enough. I assume he is also a man who believes in reincarnation. Next are two men who will alternate roles but for the sake of easy explanation lets go one at a time. These men, as best I can guess, are part terrier. They’re fast, tenacious, and aggressive when they need to be.
One is the crowd man, he works the bus collecting fares, bartering their prices, managing drop off requests and bathroom breaks. He’ll tell you when the next bathroom break is, or tell the driver we need to stop at the next bathroom, depending on how much he likes you. So be cautious of your level of bartering. He is also the reserve for when the door gunner jumps off the bus.
I decided on calling this position “the door gunner” because I couldn’t think of a better description. The door gunner hangs out the side of the always folded open bus door. He’s always watching for an opportunity to slip ahead, waving his arm to signal the busses mergers. I assume, he would also, technically, wave faster traffic ahead, but I never saw it happen. In an environment where everything from pedal bikes to excavators are all operating inches apart, he acts as a spotter too. He communicates with the bus driver by slapping the metal side of the bust quickly, which sounds like a machine gun. If for some reason the bus does stop, he’s out and running ahead problem solving. He will direct traffic jams out of the way, wave heavy machinery over, and even argue with construction workers. Though I didn’t see it, I have no doubt he’d fight or bribe his way through if he felt the situation called for it.
They do this all while doing drive-by sales pitches. Offering services to pedestrians. If one agrees, the gunner slaps the side to signal stop and the new member is handed off to the crowd man. Sometimes the bus just slows down and the two pull them in like boarding a train in an old western.
All the while, the passengers are sitting back listening to the music and practicing their English with me. I had a lot of strangers very excited about me being from Canada. Also, the rumors about Nepali hospitality are somehow understated. On every bus we found a friendly person willing to go out of their way to help us. As one man put it “you are a guest here and I want to make sure you have a good time”.
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