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... hillside at a cracking good speed; taking all sorts of secret shortcuts. I only became a little conserned the first time I lost sight of my regular mounts. But some roads are just for us bears.
Before I knew it, we'd slipped into Nepal. The change in culture was plain as the fur on my face: here, nestled in the hills, was a full on Tibetan temple, complete with prayer wheels and multicoloured flags briskly flapping in the wind. I really must get myself a more colourful ...
... weather. This allowed the rice harvest in the valleys to commence and eased some frayed local farmer’s nerves.
This was a great relaxing bookend to the trek and the three of us were joined by two retired doctors from Richmond in Yorkshire for the first two days. Peter and Kathy were not so fortunate with the weather, missing the mountains view and the spectacular verandah views at Karmi. They were great company however and we all had a ...
... rice and a separate broth or Dhall as they call it which is essentially your gravy or veg stock. Veg goes on rice, stock gets poured over, just like that. They also served 'popa' which are small spicy popadoms. All in all it is a good meal, it's fairly bland compared to Indian cooking, generally the Nepali arnt so into their spice. There was salt, garlic and herb flavours and the broth is quite pleasant so it certainly isn't a bad dinner but it wouldn't get you excited. All in all ...
... into dusty ledgers that no-one will ever look at again! The end result being that even after a scary taxi ride in an ancient Morris taxi we were 30 minutes late for our train at Malda. Luckily this wasn't a problem as it was 2 hours late so we had time to contemplate the vagaries of the Indian railway system before finally making some faster progress to the railhead of New Jalpaiguri. The final part of the journey was by car up the ...
... I was on the footplate. There isn't really room for the 2 small driver and fireman, never mind an extra big Westerner. The coal sits on top of the boiler and on top of the coal sits a third man whose job it is to push the coal down into the tiny cab for fireman to use.
I lodged myself half in and half out of the back of the cab only to find that on a sharp right hand bend the front of the coach hit me in the back. So ...