Once gain I apologise for the delay in posting but there really has not been too much to report. I did leave you in a bit of a cliffhanger but they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. 😉
As I was saying, poor Sarah was not feeling too well in my last post and I asked her to let me know if she was feeling any worse so we could head to the doctor. I spent a restless night as every sound I heard I thought it was her knocking on my door asking to go to the doctor. I can’t imagine how I’ll be if I ever am expecting a child! Well not me, the person I would be with at that moment… you know what I mean!
Anyway, I got up around 7:30 and went to see how Sarah was doing, she was feeling worse so we decided to head to the hospital. The Lonely Planet guide recommends going to the public hospital but the guy at the hostel said the metro City Hospital was better so we trusted him and went there.
Nepali hospitals are very different to what we are used to in the western world. The entrance to this place looked like any other shop or shopping mall. We walked up to reception and luckily one of the receptionists spoke english. She charged Sarah 1000 rupees and told to wait upstairs for the doctor. We proceeded to the upstairs waiting room which was a corridor above a courtyard with a bunch of plastic chairs. The doctor was not in yet so we sat down to wait. After about an hour and a half I went downstairs to see what was going on. You may ask why I went downstairs, well it turns out that the girl in the waiting room didn’t even have a telephone so she was not the most up to date source of information.
As luck would have it the doctor walked in at that very moment. Sarah asked me to stay outside and after 2 or 3 minutes the doctor came out to fetch me and informed me that she had to stay in observation. I tried to ask what was wrong with her but all the doctor would say is “Don’t worry, I will take care of it”. He gave us a list of tests and directed us up a floor to speak to a nurse.
Once upstairs things got weirder. The nurses asked me to sign some sort of consent forms but didn’t want to explain what was on them, they refused to call Sarah’s insurance company and kept on giggling every time we spoke to them. Between that and the lack of information from the doctor, we decided to go somewhere else. We managed to recover the receipt of aren’t from the doctor’s office (don’t know why he had kept it) and we left. The doctor followed us asking if we were coming back, it felt like he was desperate to get our money, not the most reassuring of signs.
I suggested that we go to the public hospital and Sarah agreed so we jumped in a cab and headed over there. It’s a bit far away but when we got there it looked like a real hospital. One that had been built 50 years ago and rarely been cleaned but a hospital nonetheless. Sarah went to reception and got her papers and we waited patiently outside magic door number 4.
The waiting corridor was very crowded and everyone looked at us as if we were aliens. When the door finally opened there was a flood of people waving their papers around and when Sarah finally got their attention they said we needed to go to door number 7 which was the maternity ward! We decided to follow the instructions and went over there. The guy at door number 7 was really nice and walked us back to door number 4 where we were refused entry again. He then proceeded to sneak us in the back door to room number 4. 🙂
The consulting area was one big room with 4 doctors and 4 nurses and you sat next to the doctor and explained all your symptoms. We got a nice doctor that spoke very good English and he quickly diagnosed Sarah, prescribed some pills and explained to us very clearly what was wrong. We left feeling much better and went to the pharmacy to fill the prescription.
Sarah now has to take like 8 pills every day to get better but if it works, it is worth it. Overall cost of consultation plus prescription was just under 10 euro.
We got in a taxi back to the hotel and spent the rest of the day being lazy. We prepared a trek for the next day with Gus and Anna and we went to the freedom cafe for a beer and dinner. The freedom café is north of lakeside and is a very hippy place where a band, with the most out of tune bassist ever, massacres pink Floyd on a nightly basis.
Yesterday I woke up early only to find Gus really sick as well. We stayed around the guesthouse and played cards most of the day. There is really not much to say, it was a nice relaxing, rainy day by the lake. Not a bad way to say goodbye to Pokhara. We had dinner at out favourite place in Pokhara, Shivana restaurant. Great food, lovely people and your host Samjhanna is the nicest and liveliest girl in all Nepal.
Today was a sad day as I had to leave all my new friends and head back to Kathmandu as my flight back to Ireland leaves tomorrow. I will miss Nepal and all my new friends but I have realised that I had forgotten how much I love travelling. There will be more to come soon.
The trip from Kathmandu to Pokhara was not remarkable. This time the bus was worse than the last time but it was cloudy all the way so I didn’t miss the AC. I managed to get a seat on the left hand side at the window so I had great views all the way. The ticket guy tried to move me but I refused and he gave up. 😛
in the meantime I will continue to post about my adventures in Istanbul tomorrow as well as loads of pictures, tips and practical information I have gathered during my trip . Stay tuned and please let me know in the comments if there is any particular aspect of my trip you would like to know more about!