Travel Blogs from Lumbini
We left the City Inn Hotel this morning at 5am on the 12 hour bus journey across the Indian border to Nepal. The locals joke that they don't like anyone to leave India so they make it as unpleasant of a journey as possible. The road is quite narrow and very bumpy. Luckily we were all still tired from waking up so early the past two days that the first 4 hours of the journey were spent asleep. Since I have lots of time to write, Raghu helped me to go ...
... better for the next two nights.
The Lumbini Zimbala Hotel we found with a little gum-shoeing. It was a much more modern and nicer place with AC and a full restaurant. It was worth the $25 a night what with the heat in Lumbini and most importantly, no mosquitoes. It also had fairly good internet and, for the first time in weeks, a genuine hot shower. (paradise)
So what is the purpose of visiting Lumbini? It is the supposed birthplace ...
... a bus. Every turning of the steering wheel led to massive sideward tilts of the whole vehicle.That was enough for me, knowing that the way to Tansen and then Pokhara leads over high passes and hundreds of curves. I didn't want to depend too much on luck, at least not with these vehicle dynamics and in the dark :-). So I got of at Butwal and stayed there over night before taking an public early morning ...
... go back to the pond and the other
follows. Before doing so, and to make his point perfectly clear, he
shat on my doorstep!
To go from inward reflecting mode into
hyper-fight-or-flight, full adrenaline mode was an experience that
took hours to recover from. The other 99.99% of my 7 week stay was
peaceful and rewarding.
Dried mud floors and walls, straw roofs
are typical huts. Chickens run about and ...
... of hotels down and found one that seemed nice. They cater to Chinese pilgrims and their restaurant's menu reflects this. They assure me that they have vegetarian options for most dishes. I order kung pao chicken with paneer as a replacement (paneer is a tofu-like cheese cube).
Of course kung pao chicken is what gets placed in front of me. Oh well, the chicken is already on my plate, I might as well enjoy it. They hand me a fork and ...