Kathmandu, Nepal, November 11th 2007
Travel in Rajasthan also implies finding a quiet place to put down your backpack and relax.
Pushkar is a small holly city (that means no meat and no beer) Its also a sanctuary for neo-hippies : dreadlocks, piercings and local fashion for everyone. The perfect place for a nap in the garden or read a book by the lake.
Delhi is a different story…
- 14 hour bus ride from Pushkar to Delhi
- With a case of tourista (for Gwen)
- arrival in Delhi: the taxi that ‘breaks down’ half way to the hotel.
- the cycle rickshaw drops us off at a wrong address.
- And has no change.
- The wrong hotel has cockroaches so we have to find another one.
- When trying to walk around Dehli, we get bad directions from someone trying to get us to a specific souvenir shop for a comission.
- Blackout in the middle of Charles’ long anticipated chicken McMaharaja.
- We sleep well anyway and get up early to go to the airport.
The airport is a different story…
- Check-in is an undisciplined affair with locals, tourists, and a bunch of retired British troopers off to climb Mt Everest.
- Then a 4 hour delay in the overcooled terminal.
- We finally get into the plane, the stewards go through the security routine, and the captain tells us that its too late to take off, because the arrival airport in Kathmandu has no lights.
- In total confusion, we get off the plane, get our bags back, are sent to the airport canteen for dinner, then shoved into a taxi and off to an airport hotel for the night.
- The phone rings at 4.30 AM: get into the taxi, go back to the airport, your plane is leaving very soon.
- More confusion: no checkin counter, no flight on the display boards, no airline personnel. By now the 20ish westerners are united in patient resignation, except the British troopers, who still think its important to be first in line.
- We finally take off, 24 hours late and get to Kathmandu safely.
Kathmandu is a different story…
The city is big, over populated, polluted, but everyone is happy and that feels very nice. We catch up with our friend Bryan, as pumped up as ever. We walk through a historical city with magical monuments, a temple at each street corner, trendy bars hidden away in the upper floors of buildings and smiling faces everywhere.
Kathmandu seems like a really nice place!
2016 note: these few weeks of travel in India were at times very taxing and at others very rewarding. Re-reading these blogs, Frustrations seems to transpire more than awe. The Indian travel experience was an emotional roller coaster. It helped us grow into people who now understand that our frustrations were small in comparison to the beauty of the trip. I’ve edited this post slightly because some phrases were written by a guy who hadn’t yet grown into his travels.