Long Bus trip and the Purple Hat.
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March 13th 1990. Bus trip and the Purple Hat
We had to be up early, packed and ready for a long 7 hour bus trip, both for all of us who were continuing on the tour and also for the ones leaving to go trekking in the Annapouna Ranges part of the Himalayan Mountains. We met up with several new members of our tour joining us for the rest of our exciting journey.
I was especially lucky to secure a front seat on the small bus along with Eric and John, we chatted happily most of the way and amazingly I didn’t feel carsick once, but then I had taken the precaution of taking a tablet before we left. There was so much to see and watch along the route. First thing we noticed was just how very long these mountains had been farmed, there were terraces on every single possible piece of land all the way up mountains, each narrow terrace was growing something, mostly all water must be carried on someone’s back all the way up the mountains to keep everything growing.
Half way through the mornings drive we came across Julie and the other trekkers bus broken down on the side of the road, majorly broken down, we thought it was a broken axle or some other thing under the bus had collapsed onto the road, another bus had been called to take them on so our bus continued on its way over quite large rocks and through deep pot holes and up steep hills.
We stopped at a small town for lunch, beside a really beautiful river, I took photographs of the bridge we had just driven over which was in the centre of the town, then John, Eric and myself walked back over the bridge to enjoy a truly Nepali meal in this town.
Our meal was so yummy, what it was is anybodies guess but it tasted great! For just 28 Rupees it was good value. The streets were very wide with just gravel, no tarseal or footpaths at all, not a lot of people around and very little vehicle transport, we must have been very important visitors, bringing money to their town, we were made welcome with lots of shy smiles from everyone.
In the entire tour I had been most astute in my bargaining, priding myself on always getting a bargain, but in this small town I made up for it!
We saw a small lad coming down the street wavering and stumbling as he went, the boy came straight up to me and said ‘Please nice Lady buy hat” in very poor English. I looked at him, as did Eric, the Doctor, and saw almost blind eyes, with cataracts, running with pus, a grimy dirty face covered in pock marks and sores, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, probably from malaria, his poor legs were bowed with rickets his feet were bare and his cloths scanty and ragged, my maternal instinct (and Eric with his medical knowledge) told me this boy was extremely ill and I inwardly screamed to take care of him.
Back over the bridge to join the others who were being amused by a small tame monkey tied up to a pole by a long thong.
Just as we were about to leave Julie and the trekker’s bus finally pulled into the town for a late lunch, a quick wave to them as we left, having eaten all the lunch! I am sure they found something good to eat somewhere. We shan’t see them again for about fortnight.
We continued on through some very beautiful country, the scenery was nice and we three sat back and dreamed away the time together til we finally arrived in beautiful Pokara at the Crystal Hotel. First thing we found was that the loo didn’t work and then that the shower also was out of action, but all was well in time after a few complaints and a nice restful lie down Sharon and I had everything working properly and were ready to join the rest of the party on a trip across the Lake Fewa to Fish Tail Hotel to watch Nepalese dancing and music, the show was very enjoyable if rather noisy but I was so tyred I very nearly fell asleep in the middle of it! Had a nice boat trip back to the Crystal Hotel where we all dined together enjoyably before Sharon and I decided to have an early night, not so the boys who all hit the town together, apart from saying they had a great time we actually never found out just what they got up without us!
Sharon and I slept really well; we couldn’t have enjoyed an evening out anyway.