21.09.2010 - 21.09.2010
Coach station restaurants are always good for a laugh and this one was no exception. The owner had trained his dog to keep cows out of his restaurant, and the dog was good. Half way through our coffee and cake a calf wondered in and the dog pounced landing square on its back, he sunk his teeth into the back of the young cows neck and rode it out like a jockey crossed with a killer lion; some great entertainment to start the day. It was 7am.
After food I walked out of the restaurant and sniffed three times in the air, I soon located the public toilets just 300 metres away across the coach park. The smell got worse as I approached and as I opened the door I felt like someone had sprayed vinegar in my eyes. This is the down side of coach parks.
We had a choice, a ‘luxury’ tourist bus, which would only take 8 hours to complete the 115 miles back to Kathmandu (yes, these figures are correct!), or a local bus, which was £1.00 cheaper but no one could tell us how long it would take. So we invested in ‘luxury’. It soon came apparent that we would be enjoying two types of luxury. Firstly we wouldn’t be stopping at every house, junction and farm to pick up vegetables and goats like the local bus does. (Which is why no one could tell us how long it was going to take – it all depends on the goat-count along the way). Our second luxury would be that there were no goats, and no goats meant no goat pee soaking into our bags and clothes. Other than that our bus was pretty much the same as the none-luxury version.
We’d planned to stay over a night in Banipur on route back to Kathmandu but I read up and it seamed like a mission to get there. Get off the bus at some tin-pot town, walk for 2kms to the next junction and try and flag a ride on the next road. “I really can’t be bothered!” I said to Sarah.
I spent the next few hours worrying I was suffering from T.T.L.S. (Travelling too long syndrome) usually the symptoms are dreadlocks, MC Hammer trousers, a stripy hemp shirt and spending your days being melancholy. I had none of these symptoms (shoot me if ever I do) but I had no desire for seeing cool things like Nepalese historic towns. I was disappointed in myself, for some reason I just wanted to go back to Kathmandu and chill out for a few days. Sarah and I discussed it, she put it down to the fact that we’d seen quite a few towns and, although cool, they were all very similar. Eventually I decided it was down to the fact that I’d not had a poo for four days and I just wanted to be mardy. Not melancholy, just mardy.