Lumbini was nice. And hot, burning and unbelievably hot.
I never understood why people complain about humidity, after all, water is nice and cool no? I don’t like to have dry eyes, and so I thought some humid, moisty air is nice and refreshing.
Boy was I wrong.
Tomorrow I’m taking the bus to Lumbini, the birth place of Siddharta Gautama de Buddha.
The Buddha.
It’s a city all the way south of Nepal and after checking it all the way out, I’ll make my way across the border, to India.
Still on the anecdote side of things.
I find myself sitting in the Indian embassy again, 6 days after my latest writing.
Hopefully I’ll be able to pick up my visa when the counter/ticket system decides it’s my turn, as I’ve read the stories on the internet where peoples visa got denied for no reason whatsoever.
After paying the 50 dollars on the first visit, of course. We’ll see.
This occurs after the 2 months traveling. The attempt of attaining an Indian visa.
After filling in the online application form in Pokhara and thereafter doing the Panchase trek, being back in town I got up in the early morning, first intention to walk to the tourist bus station.
It was far, and just over halfway I did decide to hop on a local bus for 20rs.
Beats the 30 proposals I received from lazy taxi drivers. ‘Only 300 sir’.
I’ve spent reasonable time here in Nepal, almost 2 months now.
I’m not intending on listing all the things I’ve done, rather I’d prefer having a look at my head and current impressions of the country, people, and the ways of it all here.
Maybe if anecdotes pop up, I might share some.