Dear reader, due to a nasty accident I ended up in a hospital with a fractured vertebrae and torn knee, hence the long break between log entries. Luckily my fingers are operational and riderslog is back on track with daily updates from now on.
LOG ENTRY 37
Sadly leaving the embassy and heading towards the Nepalese border. Little we knew the trip will take two days.
The time of farewell has come today. After a very relaxing, warm and hospitable week we sadly have to leave the embassy. Our visa is going to expire and the bug in our ear couldn't stop buzzing so we decided to go to Nepal. The plan is to go up north and drive across Nepal and come back to India at Darjeeling where we visit the tomb of Alexander Csoma de Koros, who was a Hungarian traveler and a librarian and wrote the first Sanskrit-English dictionary.
Dad has sleeping problems, or at least that time I thought it is a sleeping disorder, as I grew older I understood older people wake up way earlier than the ones in their mid teen ages. Now, right at thirty I am like Dad, up early every day but ten years ago I had problems keeping up with his habit. That day back in India Dad did not wake up early, we slept in until 9 am which was a major mistake since we planned to pick up the Nepalese visa and leave one of the most populous city with one of the poorest road system during morning rush hour. After buying some souvenirs for Mom and Grandma which the embassy will post to them we headed out of the compound and went to pick up our passports at the Nepalese embassy. We planned to reach Nepal or at least somewhere close to the border today but we soon realized this will be an unfulfilled plan. It took us almost three hours to leave Delhi. The chaos was indescribable. Cars and bikes kept hitting us, not hardly, no one really moved, sometimes we switched the engines off and just pushed the bikes in the chaos. It took us over 10 hours to ride less than 170 kilometers. Our map wasn't very accurate on this part of the world and every time we stopped somewhere for direction they either sent us the wrong way or just couldn't understand us.
To make our day a little bit better the rain started to pour so after 10 plus hours of ride we reached the town of Umari in Uttar Pradesh province and rented a room in the only hotel. Luckily we had our sleeping bags and mattresses as the one provided by the hotel was already occupied by a bed bug colony.
The next day we crossed over to Nepal. To see whether it lived up to our expectations and how we copped with the raging Maoist civil war, come back and read LOG ENTRY 38.