Day 164, Nepal, Bairawa, Bus Day 1
I enjoy one last breakfast in a small family-run bakery I used to go every day in Pokhara. There I meet the fourth Italian tourist since I started my trip. Out of thousands of tourists I met this guy is only the fourth Italian. Out of the four Italians two are working in Australia and one in Vietnam. This shows how bad the situation in Italy is and it leeds us to a deep political discussion. Finally at 10.00 am I take the bus towards the border of Nepal. As already mentioned the public transportation are not really good in Nepal. Instead of a 7 hours trip it becomes an 11 hours trip, as we get stuck for 4 hours because of a deviation at a bridge. At the Nepalese border I loose another half an hour as the responsible officer for the exit stamp is having dinner. Finally I reach the horrible Indian border town without being able to catch a night bus towards Varanasi. I sit next to locals and start to have dinner with them, knowing that in India nothing is impossible. Everybody is saying that there is no more night bus to anywhere in India, but then suddenly at 11 o'clock a bus appears driving towards Gorakhpur, a town on the way to Varanasi. The journey goes on.
I enjoy one last breakfast in a small family-run bakery I used to go every day in Pokhara. There I meet the fourth Italian tourist since I started my trip. Out of thousands of tourists I met this guy is only the fourth Italian. Out of the four Italians two are working in Australia and one in Vietnam. This shows how bad the situation in Italy is and it leeds us to a deep political discussion. Finally at 10.00 am I take the bus towards the border of Nepal. As already mentioned the public transportation are not really good in Nepal. Instead of a 7 hours trip it becomes an 11 hours trip, as we get stuck for 4 hours because of a deviation at a bridge. At the Nepalese border I loose another half an hour as the responsible officer for the exit stamp is having dinner. Finally I reach the horrible Indian border town without being able to catch a night bus towards Varanasi. I sit next to locals and start to have dinner with them, knowing that in India nothing is impossible. Everybody is saying that there is no more night bus to anywhere in India, but then suddenly at 11 o'clock a bus appears driving towards Gorakhpur, a town on the way to Varanasi. The journey goes on.
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