Asia | Nepal | Western Hills | Pokhara – Shake and rattle
Well, if you ever have 24 hours where you don’t know what to do and you feel that you need some chastising because you’ve sinned too much, this is the thing to do:
travel from Varanassi to Pokhara by local bus…
The information I was getting in Varanassi was pretty divers and changed with every person I spoke to…
The best advise seemed to be to take an overnight bus at 5pm to Sunauli (border with Nepal) where you would arrive at around 6am next day, could immediately cross the border and catch the next day bus to Pokhara to enjoy the astounding scenery.
Sounded pretty straigtforward to me, so I skipped the train to Gorahkpur and jeep to Sunauli.
About the only correct thing was that the bus did leave around 5pm…a typical local Indian bus…I was squeezed in on one of the benches on the right that are supposed to hold 3 persons. Indian persons that is, and not nicely fed Europeans with their bums, that are, even if not too fat, still slightly broader than the average Indian.
I had a friendly granddad next to me and a young guy at the window, which left me on the outer part of the bench. And forced me to use my muscles continuously to keep my left buttock on the bench! Add to that a few nice cartons stowed up in front of my doubled up legs and you might imagine the luxuries of the first part of my journey.
Which ended much sooner than foreseen: we arrived at Sunauli after 2 stops and 10 hours at 3 am instead of 6 am. Seen from my position in the bus a blessing, but seen the very basic surroundings at the border and the fact I would have to wait until 6am anyway to cross the border, a rather mixed blessing…