10.16.2012
An overcast
morning leaves us with no sunrise and no mountains. Great indecision regarding how to approach
India leaves me wondering what to do with time running out. Maybe I should go to Kerala, go all the way
south, sure with less than three weeks.
Air Arabia has a flight to Jaipur, that’s cool, but I would have to stop
in Sharjah! Sharjah is not even close.
It would be better to go to Sharjah instead! No, it wouldn’t. Oh, maybe just flying to Delhi or Kolkata,
the bus route to Varanasi would be the same way I took four years ago, which
means a night in Lumbini. Well…
The
Cardinals-Giants game is nice background, a surreal portal back to
America. San Francisco, hands down the
nicest big city to live in. But even the
most beautiful place is not a beautiful place if you don’t have a good job, and
you don’t have a nice place to sleep. It
doesn’t matter.
Heavy fog
comes and goes, the warm sun is wanted but is elusive. Coming up this morning 15 Japanese tourists
are having tea, Amir sits in the dining room without socks, the children serve
the large group in the garden, I scuttle aboot, finally get a cup of tea
followed by a hardboiled egg and a piece of toast after the group is gone.
The latest
Indian plan: bus to Raxuul. Only five
hours from Pokhara and it is far closer to BG than going through Sinuali, which
I’ve done and would like to go a different way because it’s different. The travel agent I spoke to last night and
pretty much discouraged me from taking any route other than the one he recommended,
said the Raxuul border is not used much by tourists thus the likelihood for
petty crime and the likes. So what. The other way is eight hours bus to Sinuali,
a jeep to Gorkaphur, three hours, then a train, eight hours to Gaya and then a
thirty minute taxi to BG. And there was
no mention of how long at the train station I’d be, so Raxuul can definitely be
a better way if I’m not stabbed and robbed.
Time for
bed.
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