by Work the World

Today I spent some time in MRI with the 0.35T Siemens scanner that they have. It’s an open scanner, meaning that it’s less traumatising for claustrophobes and they can also perform MRI guided surgeries and biopsies etc. It was pretty cool to see how the use the equipment and what sort of cases they commonly get. They have a lot of referrals for lower back pain, but not in the pathetic Western “oh my back hurts from sitting at a desk all day” way; there are loads of people who suffer from lumbar straightening and disc bulging/herniating from carrying heavy loads all the time (using their heads) and working in the fields for years. Also, at home MRI tends to have a bit of a waiting list, but here you can turn up in the morning and have the results the next day, all very efficient.

I am going to write about my adventure on the bus....

So we get the bus every day, it costs about NR18 each way which is about 15p I think, and it’s basically a small van, the size of a Suzuki Rascal, with some seats squeezed in, but it fits about 15 people when it’s busy. They don’t have much in the way of suspension as the roads here aren’t very friendly on the springs, but the journey is always good fun as you can see a totally different side to Nepal than the one you’d get if you taxi’d everywhere.

Anyway, we got off the bus last week and I realised I didn’t have my wallet, stupid, I know. As soon as I realised I basically kissed it goodbye (it only had about NR1500 in it so it wasn’t all my cash) but Daniella (a Canadian med student I was travelling with) shot off after the bus like a white-coat-wearing, umbrella-carrying gazelle. She couldn’t quite catch up with the bus so we sprinted over to the taxis and shouted “follow that bus!” but they argued for a while about which taxi we should get (Nepali taxi drivers don’t do urgency). By this point I had totally given up, but Daniella was insistent so we got in the taxi even though we had no idea where the bus was. Then a little further down the road I spotted it (they don’t have numbers but the driver was distinctive looking) so we leapt out of the taxi and flagged it down, and as I got close an old lady on the back seat handed my wallet to me out of the window.

Now how awesome is that? She would have been totally entitled to have emptied it, after all she is much more needy than I am, but she hadn’t taken a rupee. Back home it would have been pocketed the second I stood up. Yet another reason why Nepal is so awesome.

So tonight I need to pack my stuff as we’re going on safari this weekend...

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