Saturday, July 12, 2008

Gorakphur

And......we're back!!! Back to India, in Gorakphur.

Gorakphur is a busy transport hub, mainly because of its train station. It's an intoxicating place, literally not metaphorically. One really cannot make out the different varieties of smells, but they were a compilation of dust, exhaust, sweat, food, fruit, urine, cowshit and the likes. This place is what we commonly term... a shithole!!!

We do have to admit though that this place has his charm. It was impressive seeing life going by here... herds of Indian entering and exiting the train station; street vendors trying to make their living; buses making their way through people, cows and rickshaws; workers building some kind of pavement submerged in mud and restaurant cooking tasty indian food. All this we could idle our eyes upon from the roof of our hotel, which was just in front of this wonderland.

Luckily enough the room we got here was very civil, apart from the numerous insects inhabiting it, which found their end underneath Yakof's soles. There was also a television in our room which made out three stay here more bearable. Another lucky strike was the restaurant just underneath our hotel. We have to say that, till today, it's the best Indian food we ever tasted! The puri & sabji and panner butter masala were divine. The surroundings were charming as well... we used to seat practically in the street, watching our food being cooked, surprised sometimes by a cow stradling by our side or some rat shooting from one end of the restaurant to the other.

When the date of our departure to Delhi arrived we were quite relieved, though Delhi will be a hell due to the heat.
We had a 4-hours delay on our train and got exhausted by pacing up and down the terminal, especially Yakof with our 20kg bag of stuff bought from Nepal adding to his own 15kg backpack. Once we made it on the train we were glad to have booked an A/C compartment as it made this 20-hour trip so much more bearable.

In between Nepal and India

03.07.2008 to 04.07.2008
We did not manage to sleep at all on our last night inPokhara. The electricity went off and it was unbearably hot. At around 06:00 Ram took us to the bus station where we should have caught the 06:30 bus. Given our bus did not turn up we took the 07:30 one.
To our disappointment, during the trip we found out that our bus was not a tourist bus after all but a common bus. The difference is the following... a tourist bus makes no stops, apart from breakfast. lunch and dinner stops and it's nice and quiet. The price is obviously higher than that of a common bus. The latter stops everywhere along the way to pick people people with the help of two guys literally dangling on the entrance/exit of the bus. All kind of vendors come on the bus, including beggars, and no 'food' stops are done. To add insult to injury we had Hindi musical DVDs ongoing, which, beleive us, are wrist-slashing.
We stopped in Bhairawa for the nights, 4 kms away from the Indian border. We were asleep by six o'clock in the afternoon and only woke up the following morning. We hired a rickshaw to take us to the border and then to the bus station to catch the bus to Gorakphur. Believe it or not, as soon as we crossed the border, we could already feel we were in India once again!