To Bardia Park, the route instructions said that after a short stint of hairpin bends, that the road would be straight for 500kms.
They were true to their word. Except, that surface would not be flat!
There were few photos to be taken as the scenes were the same wherever we went. Lots of agriculture and hard working people working the land. Hardly photographic material. Miles of it. Townships interspersed were bustling and the traffic chaos the same.
Then into the immigration office at the India border. 500 meters from the Nepal border.
Immigration office and Nepal Border
Passport stamping and recording then another office for the carnage de passage to allow the car to exit-and to enter the respective countries. What a mess in respect of the office and the surrounding areas. Could be the worst place that you’ve ever visited. Rubbish, dust and heat. We had to endure some two hours going through the officialdom.
Then onward over the straights of Nepal. Much better roads through lush countryside. Tropical. Not what I had ever thought.
The people look slightly different and the attitude much better. Lots of smiles and waves. Not something you can take a photo of whilst travelling.
But the driving? Not the same , likely worse.
A number of our team had altercations with other vehicles. Bumps, dents , broken mirrors and doors an fenders damaged.
Our hotel was at a place called Tiger resort in Bardia. Late dusty and hot. Really cheap and simple. Hard beds and cold water. The only saving grace, aircon.
At Tiger Resort.
Early to bed then, don’t remember.