Leaving Nepal Entering India
Day 126 -- 21/03/2009 -- Kathmandu
It was Nasib's birthday, and the primary reason why I stayed till end of March. A pretty good decision ever since meeting Henry.
I invited Shreejana and Henry to lunch on Thamel's highest rooftop restaurant to say goodbye to my dearest Shreejana. She's helped me alot during my stay in Nepal. It was a strange lunch though, as Henry described it. But I saw the biggest rain falling down on KTM city after a dry spell lasting 4 months.
We got pretty drunk at night thanks to the Europeans and I stayed over at the Pandeys -- in a mattress of my former bedroom.
Day 127 -- 22/03/2009 -- Kathmandu
With the arrival of New intern Holland girl, we head outto Thamel for my last night in Kathmandu. It was pretty messy affair and I regretted for drinking with a empty stomach, i should have better self discipline in the future.I was feeling very bad when they went to the pub to dance and I can only stay rooted to the chair because I know any violent movement I'll probably vomit all over. Henry was pleading to do one dance just for him but I told him apologetically I can't. And I was in real bad shape suffering from cramps ==|
We left when a fight broke up, landing in heavy bill and Henry was generous to fork out my share. I feel guilty actually. Everytime I went back to Kathmandu, we would go to Thamel to chill but he alwayts foots the bill.
"I work 6 months to come to Nepal, we should enjoy"
"I spent nothing when you are away, Its only when you coe back that I start spending money, but i enjoy it." was his reason, but I promise if you ever come to Singapore or China, It'll be MY treat.
We hug each other goodbye as we step out of the pub and I saw them got onto the taxi back to Baluwatar. I made my way slowly back to my hotel and collapse into deep slumber.
Day 128 -- 23/03/2009-- Kathmandu to Lumbini
I struggled to get out of bed by 5.30 am in order to not miss the 7.10 bus to Lumbini. The bus station was a good few kilometers away from Thamel and I've yet to finish packing. I don't know how I did it with the hangover, but I managed somehow, to find my bus and got on the very first seat. The winding route out of Kathmandu was thw worst -- and the first I suffered from motion sickness so bad I vomitted right out the window. Yucks!
Day 129 -- 24/03/2009 -- Lumbini
My original plan was to leave Lumbini today and get into Inida, but as i woke up, I could feel the lingering headache and the weakness of my arms I know I will not make it today. So I stayed another in Lumbini, nursing myself on the bed and thinking about Kathmandu.
Day 130 -- 25/03/2009 -- Lumbini to Saunali to Gorakpur to KushinagarWoke up feeling energetic at last and made my way to get a bus to Bhairawa, from which I will get another mini bus to go to the border. Met the German lady from yesterday and she was on the same bus with me.
Actually she had arranged for a rickshaw driver to bring her to the next village and board a bus a bus to the border, which I know is absolutely impossible because there is NO direct bus to the borders, or the locals would have known. I do ot even kow how she came up with the idea to go to the next village when Lumbini is clearly the bigger town. Maybe pastures are greener elsewhere.
And we hop on the bus as I saw the most beautiful sunrise in Lumbini. I bid goodbye to Nepal and charged forward with anticipation to India.
The border was messy and cramped with all sorts of bus. Immigrations offices n both sides were tucked away in tiny corners, if you don't look hard enough, you'll miss it. We breeze through customs and was on thje India side. That was where I fall prey to the first tout. Dont wanna elaborate on it since its only a few ruppees but has thought not to trust these guys, no matter how convincing they are, they lie straight in your face.
The road to Gorakpur was goo and the view along the way, a golden blend of wheat fields I feel instantly at ease. We met a good Nepali guy who brought me to the Kushinagar bus station and see me hop on the bus. Gorkpur astounds to the first taste of Inida as I survey the hecticness of everything.
And arriving in Kushinagar, the sacred site where Buddha breathe his last breath, was the last stop of my first day in India. I drag my heavy backbag wearliy across the streets of the small town, checked into a monastery and relax.
More updates to come, stay tuned, will try to write everyday. India is madness, but its terrific.
It was Nasib's birthday, and the primary reason why I stayed till end of March. A pretty good decision ever since meeting Henry.
I invited Shreejana and Henry to lunch on Thamel's highest rooftop restaurant to say goodbye to my dearest Shreejana. She's helped me alot during my stay in Nepal. It was a strange lunch though, as Henry described it. But I saw the biggest rain falling down on KTM city after a dry spell lasting 4 months.
We got pretty drunk at night thanks to the Europeans and I stayed over at the Pandeys -- in a mattress of my former bedroom.
Day 127 -- 22/03/2009 -- Kathmandu
With the arrival of New intern Holland girl, we head outto Thamel for my last night in Kathmandu. It was pretty messy affair and I regretted for drinking with a empty stomach, i should have better self discipline in the future.I was feeling very bad when they went to the pub to dance and I can only stay rooted to the chair because I know any violent movement I'll probably vomit all over. Henry was pleading to do one dance just for him but I told him apologetically I can't. And I was in real bad shape suffering from cramps ==|
We left when a fight broke up, landing in heavy bill and Henry was generous to fork out my share. I feel guilty actually. Everytime I went back to Kathmandu, we would go to Thamel to chill but he alwayts foots the bill.
"I work 6 months to come to Nepal, we should enjoy"
"I spent nothing when you are away, Its only when you coe back that I start spending money, but i enjoy it." was his reason, but I promise if you ever come to Singapore or China, It'll be MY treat.
We hug each other goodbye as we step out of the pub and I saw them got onto the taxi back to Baluwatar. I made my way slowly back to my hotel and collapse into deep slumber.
Day 128 -- 23/03/2009-- Kathmandu to Lumbini
I struggled to get out of bed by 5.30 am in order to not miss the 7.10 bus to Lumbini. The bus station was a good few kilometers away from Thamel and I've yet to finish packing. I don't know how I did it with the hangover, but I managed somehow, to find my bus and got on the very first seat. The winding route out of Kathmandu was thw worst -- and the first I suffered from motion sickness so bad I vomitted right out the window. Yucks!
Day 129 -- 24/03/2009 -- Lumbini
My original plan was to leave Lumbini today and get into Inida, but as i woke up, I could feel the lingering headache and the weakness of my arms I know I will not make it today. So I stayed another in Lumbini, nursing myself on the bed and thinking about Kathmandu.
Day 130 -- 25/03/2009 -- Lumbini to Saunali to Gorakpur to KushinagarWoke up feeling energetic at last and made my way to get a bus to Bhairawa, from which I will get another mini bus to go to the border. Met the German lady from yesterday and she was on the same bus with me.
Actually she had arranged for a rickshaw driver to bring her to the next village and board a bus a bus to the border, which I know is absolutely impossible because there is NO direct bus to the borders, or the locals would have known. I do ot even kow how she came up with the idea to go to the next village when Lumbini is clearly the bigger town. Maybe pastures are greener elsewhere.
And we hop on the bus as I saw the most beautiful sunrise in Lumbini. I bid goodbye to Nepal and charged forward with anticipation to India.
The border was messy and cramped with all sorts of bus. Immigrations offices n both sides were tucked away in tiny corners, if you don't look hard enough, you'll miss it. We breeze through customs and was on thje India side. That was where I fall prey to the first tout. Dont wanna elaborate on it since its only a few ruppees but has thought not to trust these guys, no matter how convincing they are, they lie straight in your face.
The road to Gorakpur was goo and the view along the way, a golden blend of wheat fields I feel instantly at ease. We met a good Nepali guy who brought me to the Kushinagar bus station and see me hop on the bus. Gorkpur astounds to the first taste of Inida as I survey the hecticness of everything.
And arriving in Kushinagar, the sacred site where Buddha breathe his last breath, was the last stop of my first day in India. I drag my heavy backbag wearliy across the streets of the small town, checked into a monastery and relax.
More updates to come, stay tuned, will try to write everyday. India is madness, but its terrific.
Labels: *行走*
posted by littleteaegg at
7:43 PM
6 Comments:
sounds like a bad hangover.. hope u are feeling better now =)
dun worry i'm tough~ haha
lol enjoy india!
i want see photos :P
you were heavily drunk?!
to vryn: will try to upload some when I'm in another big city~
to 67: Just for one night~
to vryn: will try to upload some when I'm in another big city~
to 67: Just for one night~
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