domingo, 14 de octubre de 2007

Pokhara, Nepal

Leaving Rishikesh was hard because all the good times I spent there, but I was ready for new adventures!
I bought my train ticket to Gorakpur from Haridwar. A sleeper train that would take 15 hours to leave me near the border with Nepal. In Rishikesh I met 2 girls and 2 guys that were doing the same route so I joined them, and we were actually together in the train. The train was very crowded and the ride was smooth, but it is difficult to describe the state of the train, when you have been in India a few days you get used to everything, but if you've never experienced something similar the train ride would have seemed totally surrealistic: piles of rubbish everywhere, people sleeping on the floor, 20 men staring at me like they've never seen a woman in their lives, dirty fans hanging periously from the ceiling, the doors of the train opened, sellers of tea going in and out of the train and funnily enough I though it all was fantastic and I even managed to sleep all night long...
The trippy part of the adventure started once we got to Gorakpur. We only had to take a bus to the Nepalese border but they told us the roads were blocked, so we decided to take a jeep instead. The jeep was carrying 15 passengers and our bags, half way it broke down and we were lucky that there was a few little "cottages" where we could drink some chai (no cold drinks or water or food available), it took more than an hour to fix it and when it finally did we started the ride. The scenery was so beatiful, plenty of rice fields and water ponds with water lilies and lotus flowers, lots of peasants carrying big piles of leaves on their heads and sheperds with their buffalos, monkeys along the roads, lots of bikes and motorbikes and funny trucks blasting Indian music... and then... our driver lost control of the car, we went to one side, to the other side, we fell of the road and we crashed against some buffalos killing one of them. I felt a bit shaky but fine, but terribly sad for the buffalo and specially for the owner who started crying. Our jeep was totally damaged by now so we had to stand by the road waiting for someone to help us out and suddently half village was there, pulling the buffalo from under the car and helping carrying our luggage to the road, police came as well and was very friendly and stopped a bus who took us to Sunauli (India-Nepal border). The bus was carrying people from Sri Lanka who offered us some bananas. Since I have come to this country I have only found out the kindest of people who have nothing and give you everything.
Finally at Sonauli we got our visas for Nepal and took an overnight bus to Pokhara.
So Rishikesh- Pokhara--- 2 days trip! but it didn't seem that long. My partners in adventure are very nice people and we are all staying at the same hotel by the lake side.
I am in the Himalayas!!!!! It's stunning, it's so beautiful I can't describe it with words.
Internet connection is very slow and not good so again I can't post any pictures, hopefully I will do so one day.
Lots of love!!!

3 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Wow, Claudia, for a second I was scared. The scene reminds me of something, will explain you some other day.
Have a fantastic spiritual stay in Nepal and throw a blessing to the wind for the ones left in Europe.
xoxo

Anónimo dijo...

Hola Claudia,
¿Seguro que el mono que se coló en tu habitación no estaba amaestrado para robar cosas de valor a los turistas?
Bueno ya podrás notar que te lo digo en broma, pero al ir leyendo la anécdota del mono no pude por menos que acordarme de un cuento de E.A.POE en el cual el ladrón asesino era un gorila amaestrado, pero en fin no hay porque tener miedo, en la India no hay gorilas... je, je...
Diviértete y se feliz. Nosotros también lo somos con tus noticias.
Hasta la próxima recibe muchos besos de tu madre.

Anónimo dijo...

Hola Claudita!!
Me alegro de que todo te vaya bien y de que ya tengas tantas aventuras que contar.Que miedo lo del jepp aunque no se por que ...no me sorprende.
Sigue pasandotelo bien y que disfrutes en Katmandu.
Besos
Nuria