Gorakhpur India

Just when you think two day train/bus combo journeys can’t get any worse.  India is here to tell you of course they can.

We had the usual madness. Indian families of at least five generations travelling with nothing less than all of their worldly belongings, balanced in potato sacks weighing double a small smart car. Except the 13h Vaishali express this Wednesday evening evidently had the entire nation of India packed into it.

There are normally 6 beds per compartment; lower,middle,upper then two in the aisles. That’s about just less 100 people per cabin lets say. Since there are bars on the window any sane country might appreciate any more than this causes havoc in a fire and/or feels like hell.

Like the mugs/nice people we are (you decide) we give up our bed to stop a family of 10 laying on the floor. No one wants to be THAT guy lounging on a bed to yourself as the 300 people around you contort into square meters the size of postage stamps I guess. Whilst fighting for your birth is one thing, fighting your way to the toilet in the middle of the night across hordes of bedless bodies must be what it feels like to be a worm burying through middle earth. This was made all the more harder by the fact that my flipflops were long gone under someones grandmother, and I had to do the 50m leap in Mark’s oversized trainers with the dignity of a scrambling monkey at a zoo. You would not want to brave train toilets barefooted no matter how desperate the circumstances, so it had to be done.

We pile off at 9am and jiggle 3.5 hours on a bus to the border town of Sunaui, where we crossed into Nepal pretty drama free. There was a slight 10 min confusion where I technically (and possibly illegally) crossed out of India on one passport (the old invalid one) and into Nepal on my nice shiny new one, acquiring my first stamp.

So coming straight off the back of our prisoner of war camp train, our next 12 hours were spent going from bad to worse in a tin can bus that raged it’s way from the border to the capital.The luxary was reminiscent of the standards of the one from Inle to Bagan Burma that Jessica and I christened the chicken coop.  The mountainous roads are notorious. In fact the 3.45pm we were booked on got suspiciously cancelled due to a vaguely mentioned ‘accident.’ But I figure do like in Laos. Never be silly enough to be able to SEE your own plummet to death. Turn a blind eye and do it overnight in the pitch black. Simples.

Now I can’t complain too much as I actually managed some decent sleeps, but I’m informed by Mark that it was pretty much one of the oddest journeys of all time. I missed at least five screaming fights, at least three of which featured our psycho driver, at least one of which took place with us all balanced on a mountain’s precipice. A third involved our new comedy bus friend ‘NGO Chad’ (American do-gooder type) who at over 6ft decided he couldn’t hack 12h of misery on his back seat and stropped off at a roadside cafe, unloading all his stuff and brattily telling everyone he had reached breaking point. He came crawling back a whole 10 mins later, after learning that Nepalese buses are as ramshackle chic as each other, and spent the rest of the night demoted to the floor. We had to snigger.

First impressions of Nepal are that it’s cleaner/richer/more modern than it’s neighbour, giving even Cambodia a run for its money as a nation of strikingly beautiful guys and girls.  There must be something in the water here as Burma is similarly geographically placed and no one there is rocking the enviable bone structure of Chinese features with a killer tan. It was like when we left Bolivia for Colombia and suddenly everyone looks good again. Talking of, Nepal’s mountain climate and scenery feels pretty Bolivia-esq. It’s refreshing to not have a body temperature that isn’t hovering at molten lava for the first time in months. I like it already.

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