Chapter Nine: Treasures of Myanmar – The Road to Mandalay

One country that is on all the ‘Top Destinations of 2014’ lists and a country that is literally buzzing within traveller circles is Myanmar. Having only reopened to tourism about four years ago and with tourist numbers soaring, now is the time to visit. With that in mind, and wanting to visit Myanmar before tourism gets too commercial, it was one destination that had really excited us in the planning phase of this trip.

A few important things to note, firstly credit cards are not accepted almost anywhere in Myanmar, (with a very few exceptions) international ATM cards are only accepted by cash machines in a few places outside the capital of Yangon, (thankfully this is on the increase though), and entrances for historical and cultural sites must be paid in either local currency or US Dollars, and US Dollars must be pristine, almost as if they had just been printed. This certainly means you must have a good grip on your finances and adds another important dimension to trip planning throughout the country.

As Natalie had mentioned in her Hot Air Ballooning Blog, our first destination was the so called Jewel in the Tourism crown on Myanmar, Bagan. The Bagan Archaeological Zone consists of over 2,200 red brick stupas and temples scattered over the country side. Clive our balloon pilot had told us that originally there was an estimated 6,000 but over the centuries many had been destroyed, looted or damaged from earthquakes and invaders. Covering an area of 42 square kilometres for most of your explorations you can be excused for thinking you were the only people there. Most visitors head to Ananda, Sulamani, Shwesandaw and Dhammayangyi. However we liked the smaller complexes of temples. Bunched together these small red brick pagoda made you feel like Indiana Jones searching for buried treasure or uncovering a new site  for the first time. In fact the whole Bagan region felt like it belonged in some Hollywood adventure movie.

Some of Bagan's Pagoda soaring over the landscape

Some of Bagan’s Pagoda soaring over the landscape

Unlike the rest of Asia, the rickshaw has not really taken off in Myanmar, meaning the easiest way to explore Bagan was by something called an E-bike. Not quite a push bike and not quite a scooter, these bikes had pedals (which you only used if the bike ran out of juice) and ran on a small battery reaching an estimated top speed of about 15 kmh. Though not designed for it they are great for off roading and all throughout Bagan you could hear the hum of the electric bike followed by the rattle and shake of said bike being taken some-place it was not meant to go.

Natalie modelling our 'off road' E-bike

Natalie modelling our ‘off road’ E-bike

Each day in Bagan culminated in finding an elevated vantage point for sunset. The best time to view the temples is early morning and the two hours before sunset. As the sun dips in the sky the temples and pagoda light up a fiery red colour, a striking contrast to the green surrounding them and the brilliant blue skies. Everyone in Bagan has the same idea though, which means there is little hope to find a secluded temple top to watch the sun go down, but regardless watching the sun drop behind the hills silhouetting the many temples is one of Myanmar’s must do experiences.

One of our favourite temples in Bagan

One of our favourite temples in Bagan

Sunset over the temples

Sunset over the temples

We also made the half day journey out to visit Mount Popa. An extinct volcano with a monastery complex on top, Mt Popa was a great way to break up visiting all the temples around Bagan. There is a catch though, and that is the 777 steps you must walk up barefoot to the summit. Throughout Myanmar, whenever you visit a religious site it is shoes off, regardless of how hot, sandy dusty, muddy or covered in bird droppings that site is, tradition states you must remove your shoes. Needless to say our ‘Western Feet’ have at times protested and are looking forward to reaching Australia for some much needed love and attention!

From Bagan it was then off to Mandalay, one of Myanmar’s many former capital cities. Unlike Rudyard Kipling’s poem ‘Road to Mandalay’, we chose to take a boat. Public transport in Myanmar is not really set up for tourism but set up to cater for the locals. Most intercity transportation is either in rather uncomfortable pickup trucks where as many people as possible are rammed in tightly together or overnight coaches that depart and arrive at particularly inconvenient times, as one local said, ‘Myanmar people would never miss a day of work to travel intercity, they prefer to do it at night, oh, and the buses don’t overheat as much!’.

So the boat seemed to be our logical choice. An 11 hour journey, we were excited to see some of the rural life along the river. We were met by a stunning sunrise just after the boat departed but that was about as good as it got. Before we knew it the weather closed in and the majority of the day we were subjected to a huge down pour. As we approached Mandalay in the late afternoon it felt like the rain was getting worse, or perhaps it was because we knew we would soon be getting off. We trudged off the boat into the back of a pickup truck for the short drive to our chosen guesthouse, soaking wet we arrived, and despite the horrible weather we were surprisingly happy as it was the first real full day of rain we had experienced in months.

Mandalay is Myanmar’s second largest city and certainly had a big city feel after the relative quietness of Bagan. Almost dead flat it was easy to explore on push bike and were introduced to some of the country’s different road rules. Firstly they drive right hand drive cars on the right hand side of the road, not easy when you are overtaking, and secondly, Mandalay had hardly any traffic lights. Four way intersections were a free for all, you approach, look around and if you think you can go, you go, to be honest, even if you don’t think you can, you go! We visited a number of famous monasteries and temples, including the most famous, the Mahamuni Paya complex. Here males dab gold leaf onto a huge statue of Buddha giving it a lumpy look. Various religious sites or inner most sanctums are off limits to females, so Natalie dispatched me with numerous cameras and phones to snap the photos we have. We also visited the ‘Gold Pounders’ of Mandalay. These muscle bound locals smack small leather books filled with sheets of gold for up to six hours to produce wafer thin gold leaf for people to apply on various Buddha images and religious icons throughout the country. Certainly a hard way to make a living. Never have we seen so much gold everywhere as we have in Myanmar!

Monks applying gold leaf to the image of Buddha in Mandalay

Monks applying gold leaf to the image of Buddha in Mandalay

The Gold Pounders in action

The Gold Pounders in action

Our second day was spent visiting the various sites around outer Mandalay, including a famous monastery in the Amarapura district. Here the 1000 monks inhabiting the monastery all line up at 11:00 to receive their rice and fruit. The main walkway is chock full of tourists on either side and as the monks silently march in single file down to the dining hall all you can hear is the beeping and clicking of cameras. In fact many tourists were angrily barking at each other and muscling each other to get the best vantage point! While interesting Natalie and I could not help but feel sorry for the monks, it was almost like being in a Buddhist zoo, with the monks being put on show or paraded for the tourists to take their photos. While I enjoyed the experience of seeing the inner workings of a Monastery, next time I think I would avoid it.

We also visited the neighbourhood of Sagaing a lovely green hilly area dotted with numerous golden Stupa and the small ancient village of Inwa. We finished the day off with sunset over the famous U-Bein bridge, the longest teak wood bridge in the world and one of the symbols of Myanmar.

Natalie in the botanical gardens of Pyin Oo Lwin

Natalie in the botanic gardens of Pyin Oo Lwin

To break up our time in Mandalay we also spent a day out in the colonial village of Pyin Oo Lwin. Set up by the British as an escape from Mandalay’s stifling heat, it is now famous for arguably the best manicured botanic gardens in South East Asia. The gardens were beautiful, but the highlights were firstly seeing a huge motorcade of chanting monks and nuns driving down the main street ahead of a truck relocating a huge image of Buddha. People were singing, clapping and waving flags as the image trundled past. Secondly, the journey back to Mandalay was a real highlight. We jumped into a share taxi and headed out to an enormous military base. We drove past barracks and parade grounds, saw soldiers marching and doing martial arts and had a real feeling of should we be here? We arrived out to a small monastery attached to the base where an elderly monk came out and apologised for running late, did we mind waiting for him? Of course not.

After about half an hour he came out with two novice monks, both only about five or six years old. While the senior monk jumped in the front seat the two boys sat in the back with us. They were loads of fun, one we were told was very naughty, but they were as fascinated with us as we with them. This was particularly the case when the cameras came out, taking selfies on the iPhone they loved the fact they could see themselves. At one point as the taxi was flying down the hill the boys were making car noises and Natalie threw in the sound of screeching tyres and brakes and the boys thought this was hilarious.  Arriving back to Mandalay we said goodbye to our new friends and considered ourselves so lucky to have shared the taxi with them. This was a much more real experience than the touristy ‘zoo’ we had experienced the day before, sometimes when you travel you just happen to be in the right place at the right time.

Our taxi buddies posing for a selfie

Our taxi buddies posing for a selfie

Our final day in Mandalay was filled with a boat ride to the village of Mingun to see their various pagoda, including the ruins of what would have been the world’s largest pagoda, and a final run around Mandalay to visit a few last sites we wanted to see.

The stunning white pagoda in Mingun

The stunning white pagoda in Mingun

Myanmar is known as the ‘Golden Land’ and it is easy to see why. With stunning gold gilded pagoda dotting the landscape and some of the friendliest people anywhere in the world it truly is a special place and we were so glad we visited now before that mass influx of tourism and tourism money changes the cities but also the people. Our first half of our journey had been incredible and we had a feeling the second half was going to be just as amazing.

– Dean

 

Hot Air Ballooning Over Bagan – up, up and away!

When I spoke to Dean one day last summer he excitedly told me that one of his guests had been to Myanmar and had told him that a hot air balloon ride over the magical temples of Bagan was a must. That was it – we were doing it! They were not wrong. It is simply amazing and the best way to appreciate the scale of the area.

Fast forward to early February 2014 and we were busy working out dates and plans and Dean came up with an idea. If we could get up to Bagan on the 13th February he could take me hot air ballooning for Valentines Day. Whatever you make of Valentines Day (and we personally think it is all very commercial) this seemed like a great plan to me. Any excuse! I think I got the better end of the Valentines Day plan-all he got from me was a chocolate heart! To make the plan work we took our first two flights of the trip from Delhi to Yangon on the 12th February. We had then reserved seats on a flight to Bagan on the 13th February but had to get there in time to pay otherwise we’d lose our reservation. We made it and took the three short connecting flights to get to Bagan (you wait three months for a flight then five come along at once!). We had an hours lee-way to get from the airport to the ‘Balloons Over Bagan‘ office. They were holding our ‘seats’ but only until 8pm when their office closed. As the taxi screeched to a halt outside their offices, Dean ran in and paid and it was confirmed. Meticulous planning, a bit of trust and numerous phone calls set in stone one of the highlights of our trip, but talk about cutting it fine! Lots of you are thinking why didn’t you pay with credit card and save the stress? Cash still rules supreme here and so it wasn’t possible to use the plastic.

On the 14th February we rose bright and early and were taken down to the launch area for the ‘Balloons Over Bagan‘ balloons. As we got off our bus we were welcomed by Clive, our very cheerful pilot (I was still half asleep at this point after 48 hours of little sleep!) and I knew we were in safe hands. His sense of humour and enthusiasm made our excitement grow for what was coming next – this was going to be amazing! A cup of ‘good coffee’ (high praise from my coffee loving husband!) and heart shaped biscuits awaited us whilst preparations were made. There were five balloons going up from the same field but you would never have known it. We each had our own tea and coffee camp (with Oasis Overland style stools so I was at home!) and all landed in different places so it felt like we were the only ones flying. So well done. It was however really good to see the other balloons in the sky as it made for great photos!

Watching the preparations

Watching the preparations

This was Deans first time in a balloon. I had been lucky (probably the key word!) enough to go up in one on two separate occasions in Luxor, Egypt. I loved the flights but as our basket landed on its side on one flight, the landings made me apprehensive. There was never any chance of that today. The guys in Myanmar are in a different league of experience and I was amazed at how well they communicated with each other and their safety standards.

Waiting for the balloon to go up...

Waiting for the balloon to go up…

After a test balloon had been sent up to “see what conditions were like upstairs” we all got in our basket. The second balloon up, we pulled away and rose at the same time as the sun. From here Clive revealed his ‘office’ from the peace and tranquility of our basket.

Good Morning Bagan!

Good Morning Bagan!

Sunrise

Sunrise

We are up!

We are up!

Nothing can prepare you for the scale and magnitude of the temples of Bagan and a flight over them was a perfect start to both our time in Bagan but also Myanmar. We initially climbed before dropping down to get close to the temples. Clive told us a bit about some of the temples and gave us some information on which ones to visit which proved invaluable. We took lots of group photos in the basket and just watched the world fly by. It was way more peaceful ‘flying like a bird’ like this than in our paraglide!

Flying high with our flight buddies

With our flight buddies

Flying high

Flying high

After an hour our time was up. Clive was busy communicating with the ground crew (who were also very professional) and avoiding the ox’s in the neighbouring fields!

Shadows as we start to come in to land

Shadows as we start to come in to land

As we heard his call of ‘landing position’ we put our cameras down and braced ourselves. Well it was such a smooth touch down we barely knew we were down! The ground team had virtually caught the balloon!

Surrounded by temples and local life... what more could you ask for?!

Surrounded by temples and local life… what more could you ask for?!

As we all *cough cough* gracefully (fell) climbed out the basket refreshing towels and crucially a glass of pink champagne were waiting for us. There were also Valentines Day heart shaped cakes and I was really impressed at the effort the company made. On top of this were croissants and fresh fruit. I could have stayed in the field all day! As the team packed away we sipped (three!) glasses of champagne and swapped travel stores with our flying companions.

With Clive, champagne and cake!

With Clive, champagne and cake!

With the crew

With the crew

Cheers!

Cheers!

All too soon it was time to go back but even this was a fun ride. Balloons Over Bagan have a fleet of vintage buses and this fun bus drove us back to the door of our budget hotel!! We met a few people who were intrigued by the flight, but their budget didn’t stretch to it. It’s true that hot air ballooning is not the cheapest activity in the World, but as I say to Dean, in life you get what you pay for! Our mornings’ experience was worth every cent and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. In fact Clive runs a Bristol based balloon company called Bailey Balloons which is a stones throw from where I live down south so I’m already plotting a flight back in the UK with him… Nothing however will match up to this one. Everything was perfect and it is and I’m sure will continue to be one of the highlights from our trip.

– Natalie

Chapter Eight: India Part 2 – Iconic India, Tigers, Temples and the Taj Mahal

After our enjoyable few days exploring Jaipur we headed down to Ranthambhore National park, the best National Park in Rajasthan to see Tigers, or so we were told. We had not had much luck in Chitwan in Nepal, and that bad luck followed us to India. The Naturalists, guides and park officials all told us tiger sightings had dropped off significantly over the last week and nobody knew why. We think that someone had tipped off the tigers about our arrival! We gave ourselves the best chance and headed out on four different safari drives but the tigers continued to elude us. It was probably a conspiracy with Indian tourism to ensure we return to search them out again, (our must return to list is getting bigger and bigger!).  Despite the lack of tigers the National Park was beautiful, and we did see loads of deer, monkeys, a few crocodiles and many different species of birds, including the stunning Kingfisher and the Indian National bird, the Peacock.

Natalie chasing peacocks

Natalie chasing peacocks

Leaving Ranthambhore, we began what was supposed to be two train days up to the Punjab capital of Amritsar, breaking the journey up by overnighting in Delhi.  After a brief afternoon exploring Delhi, the following day we arrived out to the station to be met with some potentially disastrous news. Our train was delayed, well not just slightly, but 10 hours delayed! In fact it was due to arrive into Delhi at roughly the time it was supposed to arrive in our final destination! If we waited for it, the train may have been delayed further or even cancelled and we only had one full day in Amritsar. This is where ‘Organisation Natalie’ took over. After a quick run-around, and some frantic negotiations, Natalie found a car and driver to take us to Amritsar.

Early on in India we had agreed that we were not going to take night buses if possible, but short on time and facing losing our visit to Amritsar, we decided the car was the only way.  Mid-afternoon we began our eight hour journey north. Occasionally when you travel you find yourself doing exactly what you promised yourself you wouldn’t do, and that’s what happened to us. To say that we had our hearts in our mouths is an understatement. Zipping in and out of traffic, horn blaring we were looking at setting a record pace. That was until we diverted to Chandigarh to swap drivers. Our new driver was worse than the first, if that was possible, in fact we stopped three times to ask for directions to get out of Chandigarh and Natalie read my mind when she said, “do you think he even has his licence?”  I won’t lie, there were a couple of moments with headlights bearing down upon us where I thought ‘This is it’. Yes we could have got out, but we were in the middle of nowhere and it was one of those occasions where you have to go with the better of two options, and that was to stay with our rookie driver.  So close to midnight we pulled into the not so grand Grand Hotel, better late than never and had somehow managed to arrive into Amritsar roughly on time.

Amritsar is home to the Golden Temple complex and was without doubt one of the highlights of India. I had seen the temple on a TV feature during an Australian vs. India cricket series a few years ago, and from that point I have always wanted to go there and see it for myself. The Golden Temple far exceeded my expectations, and put simply it was stunning. Sitting in the middle of a pool of water this shimmering golden structure is surrounded by striking white marble on all sides. It is one of the holiest of sites for the Sikh religion, with people make a pilgrimage to bath in the waters. It was fascinating to watch and another one of India’s photographers delights.

The magical Golden Temple

The magical Golden Temple

After the morning at the Golden Temple and a little time spent wandering the bazaars we spent the afternoon on a side trip out to one of the region’s main tourist attractions, the Pakistan and Indian border. First stop out towards the border was the most bizarre temple we have visited, dedicated to a local Saint. Comprising room after room of colourful glass mosaic paintings, door entrances shaped like lion’s mouths, and faux grottos we discovered that this temple was visited by local women wanting to fall pregnant! It certainly was something a little different and unlike anything else we had experienced in India.

Then it was on to the border. Every day the border with Pakistan hosts the ‘Retreating Ceremony’, or official closing of the border for the day. We had never experienced a border like it, as it had stadium seating, a DJ warming the crowd up, and music rocking out. Soldiers, all well over six foot, paraded around like peacocks, before doing high kicks and then speedily marching up to the border where they threw their arms in the air, threw down some of their best moves at the Pakistan border guards, (who were doing the exact same thing), all while being cheered on by the crowd who were being whipped into a frenzy by the resident DJ! It had the atmosphere of a cricket match rather than a tense border crossing and it culminated with the lowering of the flag. Before we knew it the ceremony was over and the border guards who had been goose stepping around in an incredibly camp fashion all of a sudden turned into normal border guards forcibly and angrily ushering people towards the exits. Our day concluded with another visit to the Golden Temple to see the sun set and the Temple illuminated at night. Another Incredible day in India.

It was then back to Delhi for a few days to explore the capital. We took it pretty easy in Delhi as Natalie had been hit by a virus which knocked her around quite badly. We still managed to visit all the main sites including the Red Fort, Jama Masjid Mosque, India Gate and several of the old Mughal tombs including the Humayun tomb which was allegedly the inspiration for the Taj Mahal.

Hu

Humayun Tomb

The tombs were a great introduction for our trip down to Agra. We had organised India to finish with the Taj Mahal, and what a way to finish! On our arrival day into Agra we visited many of the city’s other sites such as the Agra Fort, the ‘Baby Taj’ which was incredibly intricate in its carvings and was the first marble building in the city. We finished off watching the sun set on the opposite bank of the river from the Taj itself. We could just tell the following day was going to be something special.

The alarm went off at 6:00am next morning to give us ample time to get to the Taj Mahal for sunrise. To say the Taj Mahal is amazing is an understatement, in fact every superlative and cliché you have ever heard about it is true. It truly is one of, if not the most beautiful building in the world. To see it in the early morning sun light is a moment I will never forget for the rest of my life, it was exactly like I had always dreamt it would be and rightfully earns its place as one of the seven wonders of the world. Our morning was spent walking around the gardens, finding great photo spots and watching the light change on the white marble Taj. Natalie had worked out a great way for getting people to take our photo for us, ask them if she could take a photo for them first. It worked a treat with the obligatory ‘Can we take one for you’ after Natalie handed them back their camera. After a break back at the hotel for a few hours we returned in the afternoon and this time were greeted with totally different weather conditions. The sky was clouding over by created an amazing marbling effect with the clouds and with the sun being blocked gave a whole new lighting effect for our photos. At last count I took some 600 photos so hopefully there is at least one good one in there! Words cannot do this day justice, all I can say is everyone should visit the Taj Mahal once in their life and only then when they have been there can they truly understand why no words will ever do it justice.

No introduction needed

No introduction needed

At first light

At first light

After our incredible Agra experience we bordered our final train journey back to Delhi. There was something bitter sweet about this moment, firstly we had successfully negotiated the Indian rail network, a feat that shouldn’t be underestimated. Secondly, it earmarked the end to our overland adventure, sure we still had some great places to visit, but our first flight in three months was looming, so it was a rather reflective ride back to Delhi.

Great trains... too much luggage!

Great trains… too much luggage!

Our final two days in India were spent exploring more of Delhi. First we visited the Akshardham complex. It was a little like Disney meets India, built next to the 2010 Commonwealth Games village it was a showcase of Indian architecture. Sadly however photos were not permitted so we had to settle for the cheesy tourist photo instead (which of course they do allow you to buy!)

On our final day we first visited the Laxmi Narayan temple and then it was down to the Mahatma Gandhi memorial and museum to learn a little about this amazing man’s life. Probably one of the most interesting things I saw there was a quote regarding everyone in India being equal. I wondered what Gandhi would make of modern day India, because 60 years on it felt like very little if anything has changed.

At India Gate

At India Gate

We finished our time in India with something very colonial, we headed out to the Imperial Hotel, one of the most famous in the city, for afternoon tea. Sitting there enjoying our tea and scones we couldn’t help but wonder what people staying here made of India, they were so secluded and isolated from the realities of the country and wondered if they got a real sense of what India is all about.

Enjoying the finner things in life!

Enjoying the finner things in life!

So after that it was out to the airport and our first flight, while our time in India was relatively short we had experienced some amazing things. You could honestly spend years in India and never see everything. For the independent traveller India is hard work. The trains, the hotels, the touts all start to wear you down, but visiting the Golden Temple, searching for tigers and of course  the unbelievable Taj Mahal more than makes up for the difficulties. As India’s tourism board claims, India is Incredible…..

– Dean


Some Like it Hot – Food in India

For Dean, when he arrived in India he thought everything was going to be so hot and spicy that there would be little left of our insides by the time we left…. Whilst this excited him I was a little worried! The mass spice attack hasn’t been the case but we haven’t been left disappointed. The food has been nicely ‘warm’ whilst not blowing our brains out and above all has been amazingly tasty.

I have stuck to vegetarian dishes which have been so good that I wonder if I’ll ever truly turn back to meat (with the exception of my Mum’s Roast pork and Mother-in-law’s steak!).

My favourite, which surprisingly came in a number of different combinations were the Thali dishes. Essentially a big silver tray full of yummy goodness. Most had a kind of lentil Dahl, veggie curry, curd (yoghurt which came in handy for cooling things down!), spicy rice and of course some chapati or roti to scoop everything up with. The elaborate versions even had fruit and some come with meat. It was like a mini buffet on a plate and from Nepal onwards they became my dish of choice!

Thali

Thali

In Jaipur one speciality were tandoori skewers of (mainly) meaty goodness. I passed on this but Dean enjoyed them on a few occasions and seemed to think that you could never have enough!

Our favourite restaurant in Jaipur

Our favourite restaurant in Jaipur

I have mentioned our love of samosa in a previous blog and this continued right until the end. However along the way we discovered other yummy lunchtime options and snacks. One day Dean had a Masala Dosa (wafer thin savoury crepe) which was a top choice whilst I sampled vegetable Pakora – bite size deep fried veggies! some things here are not so healthy, but hey we are on holiday!

Masala Dosa

Masala Dosa

One of the most exciting part of train travel was the food circus that emerged before your eyes both when on the train and at stations when waiting. Sellers with their leaf-made-plates served up a storm to travellers on the train, using playing cards for spoons. You could get anything from samosa to tomato soup, popcorn, nuts and full on dinner platters. Not to mention the constant calls of “chai chai chai” from the sellers offering tea! Once one train pulled out of the station the vendors would load the bowl of their offerings onto their head and climb down onto the tracks to cross the lines to meet the next train. Why use the bridge when you can walk through the yukkiness and amongst the rats! I guess speed is of the essence. On the one journey where we tried the a/c class coach I was disappointed with the lack of vendors. They make the journey exciting. As I write this on our last train calls of “byriani byriani (a type of spicy rice)” have just passed by!

As well as snacks and Thali we have tried many amazing curries. My Dhal Makhani (black lentils with butter) was especially good at a hole in the wall restaurant in Jaipur but we’ve also had some good butter paneer (a kind of cottage cheese) and Dean enjoys a Lababdar…. Key for me is looking out for the word “Aloo”. This means potato and generally speaking means I’m going to love it!

You just got to hope your hands are clean...

You just got to hope your hands are clean…

Not to be outdone, sweet treats and drinks all rein supreme in India. On our second train the family who bought me chai also offered me some Indian sweets. Customary when Indian weddings are involved. This family were on their way back from a wedding and had lots of sweets to share! To be honest I’d stick with a bar of Cadbury chocolate any day but I was grateful for their offering. My favourite sweet treat was Jalebis – deep fried batter dunked in sugar syrup. Right up my street!

For drinks one thing that rules on a hot day is a fruit Lassi. Essentially a milkshake like drink with the key ingredient being yoghurt. They come with ‘seasonal’ fruits (or more to the point whatever is available!) and banana was our favourite! No matter what the temperature Chai is everywhere and must be tried. Its a kind of spiced tea which is milky and sweet and is served in small cups.

One thing that concerns a lot of people about the food here is the World famous Delhi Belly. To say we haven’t suffered at some point would be untrue however we decided we wanted to get out there, eat with the locals and try what we could. If all else fails there are pharmacies everywhere who will sort you out 😉 .

The food here has been amazing. Three weeks on and I’m not bored of curry, in fact I can’t wait to try something new from the menu at India Cottage – our favourite curry house in the UK! The food in Myanmar has a lot to live up to!

Bon appetite!

– Natalie

Taking the leap of faith – crossing the road around the World

I remember in primary school “Hector the Cat” coming to see us and teaching us how safely to cross the road. It was a police and government initiative to teach young kids the importance of road safety. It must have worked well, because ever since I have always looked both ways before crossing and waited for the green signal.

That was before I moved to Europe.

Living and working in Europe has taught me how to cross the road whenever is needed, except of course in Germany where nobody would dare cross on a red signal or J-walk for fear of being fined by the police. Also in Berlin and Dresden you have “Ampelman” the coolest crossing man ever, so why would you disobey?

Watch out for Ampelman

Watch out for Ampelman

I cut my road crossing teeth so to speak in Rome, one of Europes craziest motoring towns. In Rome, the red light for a moped or taxi is a suggestion rather than a given. So perplexed at crossing the road I quizzed one of my local guides. “Dean, it’s all about eye contact. Look a driver in the eye and you have formed a relationship. If it’s a girl crossing the road, the male driver automatically thinks she wants to sleep with him. In your case, they think you are admiring their stylish clothes or sunglasses, give it a try” I was told. You know what? Sure enough it worked. I would then dispense this pearl of wisdom to my groups and eagerly demonstrate with the leap of faith. I would wait until there was as much traffic coming as possible, make eye contact and just walk out. As the traffic stopped, my groups would scurry behind me amazed at the Jedi Mind Trick powers of their Tour Manager.

In London you just go for it whenever you can. As Natalie likes to say, “I’m a Londoner we just go!”. For unsuspecting people who drive on the right, London even has “Look Left” clearly printed on the ground to remind tourists that we drive on the left side of the road, how easy does that make it!

This of course does not work everywhere, when I travelled through Vietnam I discovered it was the “Frogger” approach. Based on the 1980’s arcade game you slowly inched your way across the road and the locals would avoid you. Stop, speed up or stutter and there was bound to be an accident but maintain a constant pace and there was no road that could not be conquered.

Close your eyes and pretend they are not there...

Close your eyes and pretend they are not there…

My favourite roads to cross would have to be La Paz in Bolivia. There they have people dressed up as Zebras holding rope to stop the traffic for people to cross safely. In scorching heat and at high altitude these striped protectors of pedestrians would have to get the award for the most inventive way to help you get from A to B.

China was relatively easy by comparison. We had both heard how crazy the roads were and apart from the odd motorbike whizzing past and the fact you can turn left on a red signal, crossing the road in China was disappointingly easy.

Then we arrived in India. India is a whole new kettle of fish. Not only do you have to negotiate the cars, trucks and bikes, not forgetting the mountains of rickshaws, but you have the cows to try and avoid as well! The rickshaws are fine and easy to dodge, generally speaking they almost come to a screeching halt every time they see a tourist on the side of the road, but it’s the cars behind them you need to watch. The cars will swerve either way to try and avoid them and you have to hope you are not on the way! Eye contact doesn’t work neither does the “Frogger Manoeuvre”, something that has gotten us into trouble on more than one occasion! It seems the best option is a combination of everything we have learnt about crossing the road from around the world, and if that fails, stand next to a local and do what they do.

A quieter road in India

A quieter road in India

So next time you visit a new city or country feel free to try any of these. If you have a method that works leave a comment at the bottom of the blog. Meanwhile I will sit at this roundabout a while longer, surely this traffic is going to subside eventually?!

– Dean

A good run for our money – bye bye overland travel HELLO plane!

So we have reached the end of the line – train line that is and it’s time to board our first commercial flight.

When we left London on the Eurostar back on the 18th November this day seemed a lifetime away…. Or rather at that point our flight wasn’t even booked so we didn’t know when the day was coming.

Back at the beginning leaving home!

Back at the beginning leaving home!

Our aim was to travel overland, without flying, as far as possible, travelling on the Trans Mongolian train and beyond. We hoped to get as far as India and we managed it. Alright we did take one joy-flight over Everest but it wasn’t a scheduled flight and we ended where we begun so it didn’t really count!

We have travelled through 12 countries and at times it has felt both impossible and unbelievable to be where we are. How could we be seeing the Great Wall or Taj Mahal without getting on a plane? Were we really there? On many occasions we have had to pinch ourselves and there is still part of me that can’t believe we are really here and what we’ve done!

Most of our journeys have been via train. We have racked up just under 20,000 KM (or almost 12,500 miles) on the railways through Europe, Russia, Mongolia, China and India and spent many (sometimes uncomfortable!) hours travelling over 3000 KM (or 1865 miles) on buses in Lithuania and Nepal. In amongst this we’ve had a couple of car journeys (notably Tibet) totalling almost 1400km (or 865 miles) and we’ve loved every minute. I have never spent so much time on trains as I have over these last few months, although from my early days visiting Grandparents in Yorkshire, I always loved them. It is an amazing way to travel and one I’d do again in a heartbeat (with slightly less luggage!).

Great trains... too much luggage!

Great trains… too much luggage!

Each and every journey has had its highs and lows. Comparisons are all too easy to make and it’s hard as all the journeys were so different, but here are my highs (and lows!):

* Cleanest train: Russian Trans Siberian
* Best restaurant car: joint winner – Trans Siberian – it was older than me and kitsch car on train from Ulan Batar
* Most scenic train: high altitude ride from Cheng Du to Lhasa
* Most forgiving train: Russian train from Frankfurt as they waited for us when our connection was late!
* Grumpiest : Russian ladies – but they maintained their carriages so well!
* Worst door security: India trains as they don’t lock them (fun fun fun!)
* Dirtiest toilets: China trains – hands down winner yuk yuk yuk (they were that bad its what prompted this list!)
* Most old fashioned / trains with most character: India trains
* Most consistently delayed trains: Indian!
* Train with best Champagne – Eurostar!!!

Along the way we have met some lovely people, both locals and foreigners not to mention our film crew friends on that initial Trans Siberian journey. Thank you to everyone who has followed the journey so far, and to those in Canada who saw us on the CBC broadcast and have taken the time to track our blog down!

With Jean-Francois from CBC and his cameraman Alexi

With Jean-Francois from CBC and his cameraman Alexi

We have scheduled this blog to send as we take off from Delhi airport. We have such mixed views about flying out as we’d love to continue overland but the borders just aren’t open and so we have no choice. This flight is the end of the first phase and larger part of our trip, but we still have loads to look forward to! We fly around the houses and then eventually land in Myanmar where Dean has a special treat lined up for Valentines Day (stated tuned!). After two weeks exploring we then head down to Australia which we are both very excited about. We’ll spend time with Deans family, then my parents arrive (very exciting!) before our second wedding party – hurray! Finally it will be time for a second honeymoon in the Philippines.

So as we say goodbye to overland travel we are excited about the next steps of our adventure. Above all we are very proud of what we have achieved on this trip. We set out to travel by train and thats exactly what we’ve done. It has been, and continues to be just an amazing experience. I just need to find the brake pedal as time is going too fast!

– Natalie

Chapter Seven: India – the colourful land full of rich history and an unique way of life

India. For me, visiting had always remained a distant option in my mind. Somewhere that I had no immediate desire to go to, but always knew I would. Somewhere that seemed a challenge for the truly independent traveller and a place that I take my hat off to people who visit as their first big trip abroad. Maybe you have to really want to go there, then it makes for an ideal first trip, as it is such a culturally rich and different place. For me it had never been top of my list, so by the time we arrived I had heard my fair share of horror and good stories. Equally I had met (and have continued to meet whilst we have been here) so many people that come back time and time again. It gets under your skin apparently. I had been before, but I’m slightly ashamed to say it was purely for a Taj Mahal stop. A fly in, fly out, which I’m not alone in doing. At that point in my backpacking ‘career’ (let’s face it, trip after trip have made it almost a career for me just sadly without the earnings!) it’s all I felt up to. I was a nervous wreck, about to embark on my first big trip (that in the end would see me away for nearly two years) so I’m pleased I left it until now to discover India. Together, Dean and I had said from very beginning of our trip planning that we wanted to go. Whatever else got added / chopped from the itinerary, India had to stay.

First I should say that I really think travelling independently in India is very very different than an organised trip (more so than anywhere else I have been). Not better or worse, just different with a few more challenges along the way. I had read in the guide books that although there are regular trains, there are a lot of people to move here so they get booked up far in advance. This was no word of a lie! We learnt a lot from that first journey down to Varanasi. You could potentially buy a ticket on the day, but it presents a level of unpredictability and you may have to stand for your 10 hour journey. Whilst we were happy to ‘rough it’ we had to make sure our belongings were safe (and us!). So we did want we didn’t want to do, (but has worked out for the best) and spent an evening in Varanasi sitting with Pintu from the hotel travel desk planning our trains, and working out ways to get round the obstacles of the fully booked ones. His advice was invaluable and at the end of a very long night we had a plan and tickets for the next 19 days. We basically booked whatever seat option we could get – most were the Indian ‘sleeper class’ – three bunk beds high in big bunk trains, with open windows although we did have the odd a/c train, chair seat only and even one 1st class just for comparison sake! So far I hands down prefer the sleeper class where you are in amongst it with the locals. I had heard plenty of stories of shoes being stolen etc., and men eyeing you up, but hey this in India. What a rollacoaster it was going to be.

Finding friends by the Holy river

Finding friends by the Holy river

Varanasi in itself is a place that divides opinion. I remember talking to two good friends of mine who went together, but have very different memories. One of them said over and over “I loved it” the other said “its stinks… all I remember was the smell”. For us it grew on us and by the time we left we could see why people find it so interesting. The back alleys (mind what you step in) and narrow paths all wind down towards all the Ghats (steps down to the river) along the banks of the Ganges. Despite being one of the most polluted rivers in the World, Hindus consider the city to be one of their seven Holy cities, and therefore come here in droves to wash away their sins in the river as well as cremate their loved ones. It is one of the best people watching spots and is a hard-core introduction to India. For most of the year you can walk along the river taking in the scene and looking at the Ghats and temples that litter the banks. Anyone who has ever been will have some memory of the ‘Burning Ghats’ – the sacred Holy spots along the way where Hindus are cremated. As they are Holy places photography is (rightfully) banned. Don’t get me started about those tourists who tried to be so disrespectful and ignore this…. One of the things to do in Varanasi is to take a boat ride along the Ganges. We did this, dutifully lit a candle and floated it down the river for good karma and set off (at a very slow pace – he even got me to row at one point as he was tired!) to witness what was going on. The act of grief is very private, so I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to see, but before we knew it, we were moored up just in front of the burning Ghat. Here I witnessed something that will never leave me. An image that will stay in my mind longer than any photograph I’ve taken. Sometimes putting your camera down makes you take in what is happening around you and it was almost quite emotional. We watched the men (always the men) walking this body down on a bamboo stretcher (covered in bright coloured fabrics) and dipping it into the water. It was then taken back up and placed on the fire and covered in exactly the right amount of wood (Sandalwood being the best option but also the most expensive). The burning Ghats work 24/7 and never go out. Towards the end of the burning more Ganges river water is splashed over the ashes and with that the body is committed to a life of peace and not reincarnated. As we saw a dog making off with goodness knows what remains, we reminded ourselves that only in India would we see this. There were no tears, no great sense of grief that we saw, but a real sense of doing what was right for your loved one. A nice premise to have.

So with that we bid farewell to Varanasi and headed out essentially in the wrong direction east to Gaya and then onto Bodhgaya where the Mahabodhi Temple lies. This one was for you Tashi (our Tibetan Guide) as we know how much you want to go. I thoroughly enjoyed the train ride out here as a family heading back from their daughter’s wedding bought me chai and we swapped wedding pictures! I am sure they thought my dress was morbid being white – but I still love it!!

Mingling with the locals

Mingling with the locals

Being slightly born again Buddhists, we wanted to head out to see the big temple in Bodhgaya which is so important within the Buddhist faith. We had seen its image all over Tibet, and it was then we decided to go. This is where Buddha obtained enlightenment, meaning he was not reincarnated (a theme going on here!). The main temple itself is absolutely beautiful, and inside contains what I called ‘bedazzled Buddha’ – Buddha’s image with almost a halo of diamonds. We were back to seeing lots of Tibetans walking the kora (circuit around the temple) and we loved it. Monks were prostrating everywhere and chanting their mantras and yak butter milk was burning. It was a magical place and one that we spent many an hour in. In the roads surrounding the temple several countries have built their own monasteries, so we visited the Bhutanese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Tibetan and Chinese ones. All very different in style and are a reflection of their host countries approach to Buddhism. A fantastic couple of days! It was also here that I found the best carrot cake in the World (to date – obviously research goes on!). I’ll get to food in a bit, but needless to say this was my one non-Indian treat!

Pictures don't do it justice

Pictures don’t do it justice

We had to pass back through Varanasi, but then headed west towards Lucknow. Perhaps we were tired, perhaps we were hot, but I can honestly say I struggled to find anyone who was particularly pleasant. Normally you get one person on a train that looks out for you, on this journey I slept like a baby, but Dean (on the lower bunk) awoke on more than one occasion to see a group of men staring at me. I think his foot was strategically poised should the need arise, but fortunately they moved on! Lucknow has many amazing buildings, and the ruins of what was once a British base (and was the location of the siege in 1857 resulting in much loss of life). We spent the whole day exploring and we were thoroughly impressed with the architecture, just I’m sorry to say not the people. For us the people tend to make or break a place. It has been hard going at times in India, but there are so many lovely folk here (just not many in Lucknow!). India is actually helping my fear of ‘dead things’, although I saw that many dead animals in this city that it was here I started my count…… Dean wondered why I was risking life and limb to cross the road (and back again) and remained blissfully unaware of the ‘sleeping’ cat nearby. Why do I just seem to spot these things?!?! Life at times seems cheaper here, and animals are no exception.

One of the many stunning arch-ways in Luckow

One of the many stunning arch-ways in Luckow

Beautiful buildings

Beautiful buildings

Lucknow was just brief stop before we headed on to Jaipur. We had heard lots of good things about the city and we were not disappointed. I wonder if people like it as straight away it is more organised. Yes there are still the cows, dogs, beeping horns, crazy road crossings etc. but there is a bit more order with the grid-system of streets, high street restaurant names and swanky hotels. As well as this, there are some World-famous sights and it really does earn its reputation as one of India’s finest cities (in my limited opinion).

We spent the first day exploring the old city inside the pink walls. We walked and walked and went in the City Palace, Jantar Mantar (the still-working observatory which was almost like a sculpture park and was cool), Royal Albert Hall Museum (the building was the best bit!), up the mignonette and finally into the Hawa Mahal. This honeycomb like structure was built with lots of very small concealed windows for the ladies to look down on the road below. It was fascinating!

At Hawa Mahal

At Hawa Mahal

Outside the Royal Albert Hall building (a museum)

Outside the Royal Albert Hall building (a museum)

The next day we went out to the Amber Fort – wow what a site. I am pleased and proud to say this time we did not climb on an elephant and had not regrets. As the poor girls trudged up the hill we walked by our own steam (with me talking to every Nellie in sight!). We explored the fort with it opulent courtyards and buildings. We then headed out to the less popular Jaigarh Fort which had less to see but was wonderful as it was so quiet and it afforded spectacular views over Amber Fort. Finally we visited the Nahargarh Fort and then stopped at the Water Palace on the way back into town (an amazing palace partly submerged in the middle of a lake!).

Amber Fort

Amber Fort

We had a tuk tuk driver for the day who was fabulous and I asked him if we could squeeze one more sight in. He was happy to oblige and Dean was pleased I had. He took us out to the Royal Gaitor – the cenotaphs built by the Royalty of the region and it was amazing. The buildings sparkled in the twilight sun and made for a fitting end to our stay here.

Beep Beep!

Beep Beep!

Our comments about food always seem popular, so it is worth me adding a line or two in about how we are going here! Dean thinks I have become a ‘little spice monster’ as I am liking hotter and hotter foods. We have tried to continue eating our ‘street food’ although naturally we apply a bit more caution. Some of my favourite snacks are Samosas. I’m not that keen on them back home, but here they are a plump puff of pastried spicy veg and potato and they are just amazing. At 5 rupees (5p) each they are a bargain!

Me and my snacks!

Me and my snacks!

Generally speaking I have one rule, if its veggie I’ll try it. Veg Thalis are still a favourite of mine, but I have been trying all sorts of curries, mopping up the yummy sauce with roti. I am really really enjoying the food, something I wasn’t sure I would say. For someone who has a reputation for being a little bit fussy, I think it’s fair to say I have taken to it like a duck to water.

Our favourite restaurant in Jaipur

Our favourite restaurant in Jaipur

As I write this I am sitting in the sun waiting to go out on our afternoon tiger safari. By the time you read it of course we will know if we spotted them or not. People ask where we find the time to blog. Sometimes it’s written on our phone during a night journey, or others times like this when we had a bit of down time. As its winter the pool is empty, so this is just as good a way of sitting (you know I can’t sit still for long!). More will follow later on about our India journey, but this is just the beginning….

I must admit, I can now see why it gets under your skin……

– Natalie

Borders, Buses and Indian Trains

The day leaving Lumbini began our second major travel day after leaving Pokhara, and was one met with a few nerves and raw excitement.

As luck would have it we managed to wrangle our way straight onto a local bus headed toward the Nepali border town. The 24 seat bus was rammed tight with close to double the number of people standing, us included. After the first stop the ticket master/boy then ushered us up to sit on a bench behind the driver. During the one hour long drive Natalie’s shoulder was used as a handrail, a handbag storage and at various times an emergency braking device, while for most of the journey my knee was hyper flexed in the wrong direction.

After the arduous bus ride the day before this was now stock standard and what we expected. Arriving at the border town we then negotiated a taxi for the 4 kilometre drive to the border itself. A straight line drive, it appeared our driver had to stop for directions on at least two occasions!

Border formalities were relatively straight forward and the Nepali immigration officers would have to go down as some of the friendliest we have encountered (UK and Australian Immigration please take note!). There is something quite rewarding about walking across National frontiers, what with passport checks, military questioning and the general shadiness of about every border town we have ever visited.

Welcome to India!

Welcome to India!

Our arrival into India was met with the customary assault of touts all promising safe passage to onward destinations. With no buses to our hopeful first port of call (Varanasi) we had agreed to take a share jeep to the transport hub of Gorakhpur.

What the tout lacked in sales skills he made up for in sheer persistence and determination, so we piled into a small jeep with a Korean, three locals and a family of seven! Combined with our three drivers/rooftop luggage securerers our ramshackle caravan began the two hour “express” dash to Gorakhpur.

I say “express” because buses are supposed to take a minimum of three hours. Our driver had obviously been taught by the mysterious hooded driver of the previous day, or thought he was the future Indian Sebastian Vettel as we careered down in record time. There were some very near misses, several games of chicken with oncoming traffic, wheel screeching and a couple of moments where my heart skipped a beat or two! All part and parcel of your average journey in India!

Arriving into Gorakhpur train station the adventure really began as we tried to organise a train ticket to Varanasi. The station was a seething mass of people, cows and dogs and we made straight for the shortest queue. I waited, pushed and shoved like a local while Natalie followed a sign to Tourist Services (which was closed). Upon arrival back to line Natalie found me being lambasted for pushing my way through the ladies queue! Luckily we swapped spots and within minutes we had an unreserved ticket to Varanasi, a five hour train journey, or so we thought. The ticket seller told us the next train left at 4pm – perfect. When Natalie asked what time it arrived she shrugged her shoulders and said “about 9pm”. How wrong she was!

Tired, hungry and edgy after a couple of big and rough travel days we struggled to find our train (we later found out we had no specific train booked just an ‘open ticket’) but it was a great lesson in Indian train travel! Finally we boarded a near empty train that was apparently bound for Varanasi. The carriage was allegedly constructed in 2010 but looked like one of the first trains ever put into circulation. So our train rumbled out the station carrying us, and an assortment of cockroaches and rodents (yes rodents!) for our first Indian train ride. Natalie was fascinated by the open doors throughout the journey and for the first dozen stations insisted on ‘swinging’ out the door!

Who needs to shut the door?

Who needs to shut the door?

9:00pm came and went with no sign of Varanasi. At around 10:30pm we were starting to wonder if we had boarded the wrong train until my desperate scramble around the platform at one stop unearthed our alleged arrival time of 1:00am! Both of us by this point were struggling to keep awake.

Natalie 'trying' to stay awake!!

Natalie ‘trying’ to stay awake!!

Cold, hungry and totally exhausted we arrived at Varanasi around 1:36am, grabbed an auto rickshaw and then drove around to find a guesthouse. At about 2:30am we finally turned the lights out and crashed out to sleep. What a day and proof this certainly isn’t your all inclusive package holiday!

Borders are great fun and a great challenge when travelling but the travel around them is always long and difficult. I still remember a six and a half hour Belarus to Poland border crossing with my tour group in tow. However there is always a sense of achievement you feel at land borders, more so when you cross it yourself unaided. Most importantly we had made it to India, the next few weeks were going to be at times challenging, but above all truly amazing, we could just tell. But for now India could wait, all we wanted to do was sleep…

– Dean

Come Fly With Me……

Over the years the two of us have done some pretty crazy things. Sky dived, Bungy jumped (some could say Natalie was addicted for a while!), rafted some of the worlds best rivers, mountain biked the worlds most dangerous road, swam with whale sharks, scuba dived, hand glided (we could go on but you get the picture!) but there was still one extreme box to tick for Natalie and an activity for us to do together – Paragliding.

I had done it before in Austria with work but Natalie never had. Researching Pokhara we discovered it was one of the best places in Nepal (and indeed the World) to do it. We mulled it over but it wasn’t until we caught up the Queensland crew for dinner in Kathmandu (we had met them all in Bhaktapur) that the decision was made. So Micky you guys can take all the credit!

We had hardly had time to find a guest house upon our arrival in a Pokhara before we were checking out every company in town. Finally we settled on Sunrise Paragliding, one of the best and longest running. The gear looked good the instructors ok, but critically I was happy with their Go Pro equipment!

The following day, jump day, was probably one of the most amazing weather days we have had all journey. It started with a 5am drive up to Sarangkot to watch the sunrise over the Annapurna mountains, it was also the mountain we would be jumping off later. Not a cloud in the sky, the adrenaline was already starting to flow.

Good Morning!

Good Morning!

Just after lunch (T-30 minutes to launch) we piled into the back of a pick up with our pilots, two locals and a French guy and drove up to the launch pad.

Drinks with lunch - Red Bull gives you wings!

Drinks with lunch – Red Bull gives you wings!

Fast forward to T-5 minutes to launch, we had arrived at the take off point and were assigned our pilots. I was certain the swaggering French pilot would take Natalie (having spent the journey to the launch pad ‘oh-la-la-ing’ her!) however we were both given locals. Natalie had Bimed and I had Man!

As I was being strapped into my harness I turned to see Natalie running towards the edge and all of a sudden she was lifted up into the air and was gone.

Natalie when I Iast looked - then she was gone!

Natalie when I Iast looked – then she was gone!

Natalie flying high

Natalie flying high

My turn. We now had to wait for a wind gust to fill the chute but nothing was coming. All of a sudden Man said “here it comes look at the trees blowing as the wind heads up the mountain”. Sure enough within seconds our chute rose and we ran towards the edge of the runway.

Before I knew it the ground dropped away and we began circling over the take off point slowly trying to catch the thermals following the path of the hawks soaring in the sky. The scenery was amazing, a cloudless sky and a full view of the Annapurna mountains around us. The sky was filled with reds, greens and oranges of the tens of paragliders airborne today but finally Man and I rose to our highest point, this time following an eagle up the thermals and for a short period of time there was nothing above us just empty sky, wow!

Flying!

Flying!

Even time to film on the Go Pro

Even time to film on the Go Pro

Paragliding was a totally different feeling for us, unlike skydiving where you are gently descending to the ground, paragliding is all about trying to stay up, catch a thermal, the wind would drop, and so would you, then catch the next one. In fact it almost feels like being on a boat, up and down, up and down. To be totally honest I had a few moments where I thought I was going to be sick!

Coming in over the Lake

Coming in over the Lake

There was only one problem with having such an amazing weather day and that was a lack of thermals. As we flew along a ridge Man let out an “oh oh”. What?! Certainly not what you want your pilot to utter 1000 m above the ground! It was ok he informed me,the winds were dropping and he couldn’t catch a thermal to propel us up any higher. With that we started our descent. I’d loved every minute and so wasn’t disappointed – we’d had a good ride.

Flying together

Flying together

We landed in the drop zone and sat around for a while watching others land, the young boys scurrying around packing up the kits and enjoying the beautiful views over the lake. What a rush, just another perfect day in amazing Nepal.

– Dean

Chapter Six: The Mighty Himalayas, Nepal and the Soap Opera of Nepali Buses

As we descended down the Friendship Highway, our journey into Nepal was about to begin.  We said our goodbyes to Tashi and Dorje, before crossing over the Friendship Bridge and completing the almost too easy process of buying our Nepal visa and being stamped in.  We were here – a major tick for us both as Nepal is a country we had both wanted to visit for a while.

First waterfalls in Nepal

First waterfalls in Nepal

We set off and a few hours later ended up in Bhaktapur – an old medieval city that these days almost sits on the outskirts of Kathmandu.  It is widely accepted as the best preserved example of a medieval city in Nepal and we could see why.  We checked into our hotel and had an amazing view over one of the City’s main town squares.  All of a sudden we were not alone – tourists swarmed over the sights by day, as many came on day trips from the Capital.  Come nightfall, it was much quieter.  We were up early and had a good look around.  Dean’s camera was on overdrive as he snapped everything and anything.  The architecture was totally different to all we had seen already and with the Himalayas in the background it was perfect.

One of the many temples in Bhaktapur

One of the many temples in Bhaktapur

We left our rooftop room behind and made the short journey to Kathmandu – our base for the next five days.  Firstly we had visa matters to deal with.  We headed out by crazy taxi ride to the Myanmar embassy and lodged our application.  We were then without our passports for three days.  A strange feeling really as even though they were in safe hands (and the embassy was so amazingly helpful) our passports were our lifeline to the whole trip and home.  We then set about heading out to see many of the sights.  Durbar Square was our first stop.  We happened to be there for the first time late afternoon, and we went into see the Living Goddess – a small girl who is selected to live and serve her Country until approximately puberty.  She appeared for all of about 10 seconds to look down and see all these tourists staring up at her.  Whilst there are many trappings that come with this role, as she nervously fiddled with her Red Cardigan, one couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

As photographing the Goddess is banned, a picture of a picture will have to do!!

As photographing the Goddess is banned, a picture of a picture will have to do!!

We then went out to both Boudhanath Temple and Swayambhunath Temple (the Monkey Temple).  Both were very grand Buddhist temples, quite different from each other, but what they had in common was the numerous prayer flags blowing in the breeze, offerings by pilgrims and the now familiar Nepali ‘eyes’ looking at us from the stupa.  In particular we loved Boudhanath.  As we were there around full moon, there were huge celebrations going on and monks everywhere.  One young monk kept waving and smiling at me.  I asked if I could take his picture and he loved it.  He then hunted us down to wave goodbye on the way out!  As the formalities ended, we followed the kora around in circles a couple more times, marveling in the beauty of the sight.  It really was so impressive and was a photographers dream.

My new friend

My new friend

Boudhanath Temple

Boudhanath Temple

Swayambhunath Temple

Swayambhunath Temple

I have already written about ‘birthdays on the Road’ but this blog would not be complete without mentioning it again!  Whilst some trekking does take place over the winter months, many of the popular tracks are closed or offer unpredictable weather conditions and so we made the decision not to do any serious trekking, but instead to focus on travelling around.  The Himalayas are such a highlight of Nepal; we couldn’t not get as close to them and Everest as possible.  This involved a Mountain flight conveniently timed for my Birthday.  I was treated like Royalty the whole way through, from the cabin steward pointing out mountains to me, to being up in the cockpit as we got as close as possible to Everest (not to mention cake on the way back).  I loved every minute of it.  Such a thrill.  The mountains just looked like meringue peaks and really were such a sight.

Birthday cake by Everest

Birthday cake by Everest

Mt Everest.  This doesn't do it justice as pictures don't capture how blue the sky was!

Mt Everest. This doesn’t do it justice as pictures don’t capture how blue the sky was!

Throughout this trip we have been eating a lot of momos or dumpings.  We prefer them steamed so they are soft packages of goodness!  We decided to spend a morning learning how to make them.  Initially we went to the markets to buy the ingredients, and then we set to.  Not as easy as it looked but the end result was pretty tasty!

Master chefs!

Master chefs!

It was time to move on again and we took our first of the Nepali buses.  This time we were heading out to Chitwan National Park down south.  With 125 tigers we were hopeful to see one, although if the truth be known they are so hard to spot our guide had only seen them six times last year and waking tours are so popular in the park that our changes were slim.   The lodge itself was a little haven by the water, and no sooner had we arrived but we heard calls of ‘Rhino, Rhino’.  Our first sighting only thirty minutes after arriving!  We spent the next couple of days trekking on foot, elephant and in a jeep.  We saw several rhino, species of bird, monkey, crocodiles, deer and wild boar but the elusive tiger evaded us.  There was a small part of me that was quite pleased about this as I didn’t fancy meeting him when I was eye-high to him!  Now I should add here that I did something on this trip that I’m not proud of, was against my principles and still doesn’t sit well.  Back in 2005 having volunteered at an elephant sanctuary in Thailand and seen the damage riding elephants can do to these magnificent creatures I vowed never to ride one again.  In Chitwan elephant safaris are the norm and it just what you do, so reluctantly I went along with it as ultimately the revenue from riding them goes towards their food, but no sooner had we got on Sara our amazing lady, I felt bad.  By then it was too late.  There has been lots of work to improve the conditions for the great creatures in the park, but it still felt wrong and I wanted to get off as quickly as I could.  When we had the choice to do it again later in the afternoon we declined and took the jeep instead.  It was noisy and totally unsuitable for wildlife spotting (although ironically we saw much more despite breaking down twice!) it wasn’t harming anyone.  Lesson learnt, never forget your principles.

Rhino!

Rhino!

Sara

Sara

Our next journey took us down to stunning Pokhara.  The backdrop here is the Annapurna range, and we could not have been blessed with better weather.  The ‘Fishtail Mountain’ was in clear view the whole time we were there.  It is a holy mountain, and as such cannot be climbed.  I had read about two museums that I fancied.  Neither of us are museum people, but going out to these two proved an excellent decision.  The first was the Mountain Museum.  Whilst the exhibits themselves were very good, the jewel in the crown was the view over the Annapurna range.  Stunning and not a cloud in the sky.  The next was the Gurkha museum.  Every year thousands and thousands of Nepalese queue up for the grueling selection process to join the Gurkhas.  Perhaps the most interesting exhibits were the profiles of those Gurkhas who had been awarded the Victoria Cross and the various photographer displays tracing the history of the regiments.

The Annapurna range from the Mountain Museum

The Annapurna range from the Mountain Museum

Pokhara is set along Phewa Lake – the second largest lake in Nepal and makes for an amazing backdrop.  We took a rowing boat out (with mixed success!) and a journey over to the World Peace Pagoda, but one of the key things to do in Pokhara is to ‘fly’ near the mountains as well as landing over and alongside the Lake.  How could we turn down this opportunity to Paraglide?  Dean will tell you more about it separately, but needless to say it was great fun.  You could feel yourself flying like a bird with the hawks soaring nearby and the views were amazing.

As our journey through Nepal drew closer to the end, we took our penultimate bus journey.  We wanted to get form Pokhara to Lumbini, via Bhairawa.  The first leg of this journey should have taken five hours. We selected a journey over a scenic mountain pass and made an early start at 6.30am.  Now at this point I’d like to introduce the characters in this soap opera.  Firstly there was the driver.  He liked to go incognito, wore a hoodie all day and either had a VERY heavy right foot (thank goodness for breaks) or was on a go slow.  He systematically made half the bus sick.  Then there was Mr. Suave.  Mr. Suave only broke a smile once during the day.  It was his job to collect money… oh and above all look cool.  Finally there was bag boy.  He was up and down on the roof like a yoyo storing luggage, as well as hanging out the door trying to muster up more passengers.  He gave the shouts to the driver – one bang on the door to go and two bangs for him to screech to a halt for new passengers….  Now with our knees under our chin and a metal bar between our legs we set off on the five hour journey … or so we thought.  This was supposed to be a long haul bus… instead we stopped (at bag boy’s request) every ten minutes to collect / drop off more passengers.  At times our driver was racing round corners quicker than the best GP driver.  All this resulted in was making several of the passengers’ ill… thankfully I was not one of them.  Eventually we rolled into Bhairawa at 3pm….  Simple maths will tell you that this five hour journey had taken eight and a half hours.  Worst still we weren’t even at our end destination!  We had to catch another journey to Lumbini!  We made it and it was worth the long haul.  The sight where Buddha was born was a little underwhelming, but well worth going to.  The temple complex there (where different nations have their own Buddhist monasteries) was fascinating as each was a reflection on the host country.  We especially like the Myanmar one.  After going to so many Buddhist temples it felt important to go to this sight.

The driver

The driver

Mr Suave

Mr Suave

Bag / stop and go boy - the man who really earn't his money

Bag / stop and go boy – the man who really earn’t his money

A packed ride!

A packed ride!

So our journey through Nepal came to an end.  The mountain scenery here was stunning and whilst we haven’t had the chance to trek this time, we vowed to come back and trek on another occasion.  We have unfinished business at Everest Base Camp so see you sooner rather than later Nepal!

– Natalie