To Bardia
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Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 13 Apr 2018 22:47
To Bardia
We were up and breakfasted by the time
John and Santosh came to collect us at seven for the hundred
and fifty mile journey from Lumbini to Bardia. Thankfully, the boys took
a westerly route out of town which meant we didn’t have to suffer the awful,
unmade dual carriageway.
The usual
suspects.
Every river, no
matter how little water, had people doing their laundry, collecting mud to daub
on their wattle, fishing or filling up their jerry jugs.
At ten thirty the boys were hungry, they
had travelled through the night to get to us this morning and we stopped in a
typical village at a typical, small eatery.
The boys all ate dal bhat (rice served
with a lentil soup and dangerous tasting chutney). I watched a young lady as
she tended her pots, laughed at the onion cutting knife (but the speed it was wielded was
impressive) and some happy yellow
spices.
We
had a laugh at a motorbike atop a bus, watched
a big griffon saw overhead and set off once more.
Another small town, all dust and
potholes.
A completely dry river
bed. Two hours after our lunch stop we reached the edge of Bardia
National Park and saw our first sign for
tigers.
Many more dry
rivers and a few with a little
water.
A nice bit of smooth
road made a lovely change. Many speed along this stretch. (a short while
later we saw a tractor and trailer loaded with rocks laying in the ditch –
thankfully no-one was injured).
A sad looking market.
Dry paddy fields with rubbish along the roadside.
A fancy hotel
looked so out of place, it services the airport nearby.
The things they load on their tuk-tuks – a
new doorframe..........
Traditional hay
piles on top of a wooden frame that keeps the
sun off the livestock.
The boys asked if we would like to stop on
the Babai Bridge to see our first chaps (own
blog).
Another village,
small farms and a termite
mound........
Not far to go, a river
to cross (not possible in the monsoon season).
We passed a broken down
tractor mid-crossing and saw our first ‘proper’ white
cow on the other side.
Arriving at Wild Trak in the late
afternoon, we were shown through the garden to our digs.
Beds settled on
our squeaky but comfy bed, complete with mossie net under a
traditional ceiling. Our shower room. The
mirror on the wall sounded as if someone was pinging elastic bands at the back
of it (we would learn the noise was from the termites.
After unpacking necessities, we headed to
the communal dining area and Bear had pizza straight from the garden oven.
ALL IN ALL NOT A BAD JOURNEY AND
WE DID SEE CHAPS FROM THE BRIDGE
A LONG AND WINDING
ROAD |