Last Day in London, First Day in Nepal.

Friday Jan 22nd was my last day in London. I packed all my stuff and was ready to go to Kathmandu, Nepal with Nisha to teach monks English as a foreign language. We left the house around half four, anticipating a lot of traffic on the way. Around 3/8ths of the way there, Nisha realized she had brought her wrong passport. She brought the passport that expired 13 years ago. Traffic as i said earlier was bumper to bumper, so it took over 45 mins to turn around and pick up the right passports. The time now was half six and we were heading to Heathrow airport. We were scared that we would miss our flights. My flight was at 10pm and hers was at half nine. Luckily there was little traffic after the M25, and we got their on time. We checked in our bags, i got upgraded to business class with Virgin Atlantic - so i was really excited. Nisha was flying with Air India - so she was expecting a long, tiresome flight ahead. We both went to our gates and boarded the flight. The service on the plane was amazing, i was greeted with a pre-flight drink and snack. Food was great, leg room was plenty and seat size was large. When i landed, we were crunched for time. Our connecting flights were with Air India and i had less than an hour to get my baggage and re-check it in, go through security and board the flight. Luckily for Nisha, all her luggage was headed straight to Kathmandu. When i got off the plane i informed the Virgin Atlantic Ground Staff of my situation and a man named Sunil helped me. He took my tickets, visas, passport and said wait in this lounge and i will come and get you. I started to get worried as they were calling our flight to board and still no sign of Sunil. I told Nisha, dont worry, i trust Sunil - he will handle it - deep down im thinking, shit were going to miss this flight.(Even worse - this guy has taken my passport). Then we hear, final call - all passengers on Air India Flight IC813 to Kathmandu, please make your way to gate 2. Then i started to panic... out of the corner of my eye i see Sunil running towards me waving his hands to get my attention. I pick up my hang luggage and get Nisha and run towards him. He handed me my boarding pass, luggage tags, passport and visa. He took care of everything and all we had to do is wait in line for security.
Our flight was literally supposed to take off in 10 mins, and the line for security was not moving. I asked one of the police officers if we could skip the line and he said no, you have to wait like the others. I panicked again - our bags have gone on this plane and we probably wont be on it. I then asked another police officer at the beginning of the line and begged for us to cut, and he said yes go ahead. We went through security and my bag was stopped for searching. Remember, we are at Delhi aiport and pretty much every bag gets searched. We had to wait even longer, and finally i was cleared. We legged it to Gate 2 and we see a long time coming from the doors. I thought this was the next flight and we already missed out Kathmandu flight. I asked one of the ladies at the podium and showed her my boarding pass, she said - "sir, please sit down, we are still boarding, you have to wait in line." I think this was the first time i actually was willing to wait in a line. My heart relaxed to a normal beat. The flight was 1 hour delayed. We boarded the flight and i fell asleep.
We arrived in Kathmandu airport, and went through visa immigration. We headed downstairs to baggage claim and came to realize Air India had offloading 40 pieces of luggage in Delhi, and both of our bags were part of those left behind. Riots were breaking out as there was no organization as for recording names of passengers followed by baggage claim tag numbers. They told us that our bags would arrive the following morning on the next flight. We left the airport and headed to our Guest House in Thamel. The taxi driver dropped us off on the street and told us the Guest House was down the road and on the right. He couldnt drive there because it was a one way street. It was dark outside and we started walking. For our first day, we felt very unsafe and just couldnt find this place. We asked a rick-shaw driver to take us and he didnt know where it was, but i told him it was near the police station. I try to call the Guest House but couldnt get through. I kept trying and trying and finally, Suraj picked up and i told him to give our rick-shaw driver directions. Apparently, it was just down the street from where we originally got the rick-shaw. He asked for 600NPRs, and we didnt argue as we were new to the country and we were just glad we were safe. We checked in to the room and it was freezing cold. The power was out so the heaters were not working. We had to light a candle to walk up the stairs and settle in the room. We couldn't go to sleep so we played cards for 3 hours. Power came back on, we turned on our heaters and went to sleep.