Maharaja Inn Hotel Patna

... merry, festive. The two younger girls invited us to the party they were having in honour of their aunt getting married that evening. It was starting at 7PM. By this time, the clock was chiming noon, so we thought, why not, we go for a round of golf, 9 holes and come back for the wedding before leaving on our train.

Alas, fate is a cruel mistress. We checked out the Ghandi bridge, which was another 45 minute walk out of town, and went up to take a look at the ...

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... did not expect much but to our surprise he took us to the right bus (there were hundreds in this bus station, none labeled in English), woke the driver up for us and went on his merry way. The driver then went about moving seats around to accommodate our gear and said the bus left at 6am, which ordinarily would be a bummer to wait but after what we had been through we were delighted. Perhaps India will be okay after all ...

... border. Another horse carriage would be our best way out of Nepal, into India, and dropped off at the bus station we needed to be at, so we negotiated a price. Just like entering Nepal and having the craziness of India subdued, entering India was like being thrown back into the fire. This border is rarely seen by tourists so groups of locals would congregate to stare at every inch of us, trying to sort out in their head as to ...

... tour", get me in their rickshaw, or just plain asking for money. Had I been there for religious reasons I would have been really angry; since I was there for tourism I was only somewhat irate. I wasn't impressed by the Varanasi Shakedown. The town of Bodh Gaya, however, was wonderful. Its main attraction is the Mahabodhi Temple, marking the site where Buddha is said to have become enlightened. The bodhi tree still ...

... not get comfortable, and to hot, plus the road taken was eaily the worst road ever imaginable. At times, the bus slowed down to 10 - 14 km/hr and slowly manouvered around pot holes that were so large it seemed that the bus was going to tip over. This kind of thing ocured every 10 - 15 minutes. It was absolutely nuts. Plus tons of mosquitoes decided to come in and were maulling us, and we had put away our reppallant since there weer none in Darjeeling. Ohh how miserable we ...

... rien en retour! Des indiens nous prennent en photos avec leur famille. Certains locaux surnomment leur pays l Incredible India. Nous sommes bien d accord avec eux! Il est difficile de voir et d accepter la misere, la maladie et la pauvrete. Le plus troublant, c est qu a force de les cotoyer, elles deviennent presque normales, du moins elles font partie du paysage. Il n est pas rare de refuser a plusieurs enfants de la rue ou mendiants ou lepreux, dans ...

... just interested in foreigners and wanted to show us their city. They insisted on buying us some Indian sweets (it seems to be an Indian thing- refusing to let a guest pay for anything), and walked us to the Museum, although it was closed. I still wasn't fully convinced that they weren't up to something, but eventually they said they were going to go back home to eat, and left. I had been a little reticent around them, partly because I didn't fully trust them, and partly just because I ...

... boundary testing, comfort negating, gut wrenching, reality questioning, mind warping place that we have been to yet is Varanasi. In Delhi I wrote that we gazed out from the Mosque's arcade and saw it all, but I was mistaken. It had a lot of it. Most of it even, but Varanasi is the place that has it all, twenty times over. No, thousand years over. In Varanasi we found all that seems infamous in India and all that is ...

... by the weirdo guy who ran our hotel. We heard a noise and went out to investigate only to find ourselves locked out of the hotel. Our room was on a balcony. Meg and Ryan's room was in the main body of the hotel through some french doors, which, had been bolted from the inside. We yelled and banged for a while and they opened them. I tried explaining to the guy that it I preferred them open so I could leave if I wanted to so he left them for a while ...