This morning, I'm getting a ride Elephant in the Forest Park (outdoor). Besides deer, I saw nothing. It will not be for this time I will see rhinos.
Returning to the hostel is a little precipitation because I have my bus in 10min. And I have not yet paid. When they leave me the price I pay, I'm a little pissed. Already, I did not quite least, I know this is not what I pay.
Their explanations, prices are on the menu are old and they are 10% tax. On the menu, I do not give a shit, they will recount with the old rates because it is the ones I saw. For the tax, I know it exists because it was marked on the menu last night in the "real" restaurant, but I make them the remark as what it says nowhere. Moreover, they did not deduct money they owe me because I did an hour of canoeing and not 2. And they added a tax "Y" for my bus ticket. They really enjoy the fact that I'm filling for me ....
When I finished paying for (and I scratched where I could and it stays in my pocket 70CT euro because I dropped everything at the restaurant yesterday), I'm pissed, I tell them my 4 truths, it is thieves, that every time they try to scrape. When I tell them that their only reaction is to say "yes sir" "yes sir" "yes sir", which has more the gift of my nerves because they do not even try to defend or tell me honestly that yes, they looked at me ..... So, I insult them and it does not always respond. It is 9:40, my bus was leaving at 9:30. The manager of the establishment takes me on a motorcycle so the next bus stop I get to have. Waiting for the bus, he does everything to avoid my gaze.
I had problems with guesthouses, it can happen everywhere, but not here on my nerves like that. I've never done but I will be happy to write to the 2 best-selling guides in France on this guesthouse in order to prevent future people who will go.
Phase nervousness past I'm in my bus to the border. At lunchtime, I liquidate my last rupee to eat (I even have to negotiate a bit to eat with it), so I only really nothing in his pocket.
The bus leaves for 1 hour drive. Where I thought I let go at the border, in fact, is 4 kms. Rickshaws are there and if I had a few rupees in his pocket, I will have taken one. It will not be possible, so I will walk the 4km. All along the road, I am accosted by rickshaws, I would always sing the same song as what I'm sorry, I do not have a penny in your pocket. And as to KTM, they all tell me that there 4 or 5 miles and I can not carry my bag on the route.
I arrive at the border together with a Dutch couple who was in my bus and took a rickshaw some time after arriving at the terminus. We do not earn that much time with rickshaws
14.30, it's good, I'm in the country as the Greek liked to call "toilet".
So here I am in the country where I can call everybody Joe. If I call someone, I can try "Hey Joe ..... . Perhaps with the bowl, I get an answer like:
We go wherever you want, whenever you want
And we love each other even when love is dead
whole life will be like this morning
the colors of Indian summer
On my trip to India, I really have nothing prepared. I just know that I leave the country on February 23 at 00h55 and I am in the north of 30 January to 17 February (as I have a plane). So, knowing that I still like day, a friend who made me a proposal for a visit. I'll try to follow his program. I just know that there is a temple that I would like but he's not on my original course. To see if I have time to go back in Northern India.
With the Dutch, it was decided to proceed together, finally, this will depend on how everyone, they are here (Nepal and India) for 3 weeks, they can spend. It opts for night bus to go to Varanasi. We scan the bus, it will not be a party. So, we get information to another medium and it will take a bus to Goraktpur then a night train to Varanasi. It will at the same time, but especially we can sleep (because bunk) a little without legs crushed in the small gap between the seats.
was a break from 2:30 to Goraktpur, it gives us time to eat and take the train ticket for which the station galley just as it sends us everywhere. Here, I'm glad because the Dutch speak very good English and therefore Sort this out very well for the tickets. So
night in the sleeper train, sleeper class, good class for travel at night (I note that there is no scorching heat when I am in India, so I can not take an air-conditioned train) . I think later, I still take this class.
Already we have a greater comfort with the train (you can no longer afford to sleep), plus you pay a little cheaper than the night buses, yeahhh.
PS: not of Zeus, I pitch well today.
kitsch bus
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