And then there were mountains!

Ok guys, here’s the long awaited trek and climb in the Himalaya Lobuche Peak, in Nepal! There’s brief description of each day and will elaborate more in each section when there’s more to read.

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Looking ahead to the summit, Himalaya Lobuche Peak

To-knows before reading:

  • AMS = Acute Mountain Sickness, also known as altituded sickness where the body tries to compensate for lack of atmosphere and oxygen to the brain
  • EBC = Everest Base Camp
  • All heights are calculated in meters. Multiply by 3 (roughly) for feet.

Where: Everest Mountain Range

Destination: Lobuche Peak (6,100) via Everest Base Camp (EBC – 5,600) and Kala Pattar (5,900), the Himalaya Lobuche Peak

Acclimatization process: 2 days in Namche Bazaar (3,200), 2 days in DingBuche (4,700). Acclimatization hike to EBC (5,600). Day rest. Acclimatization hike to Kala Pattar (5,900). Retreat to Lobuche Base Camp (4,900). Final height 6,100 meters at Lobuche Peak

Company:
Travel Ways Nepal – Things not included were gear rentals and emergency high altitude rescue insurance.

Support team:
 1 guide, 2 porters, 2 climbing guides. 2 Client total.

Number of days:
16 days on paper. 22 days total (Stuck 6 days in Lukla because of adverse weather)

Cost: ~
2,000 USD

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Streets of Thamel, Kathmandu

Day 1 – Meeting our guide Pema
Not that we’re in love with Thamel, but that’s where everything happens in Kathmandu. And it’s a pretty cool area.

We left Hasera with bittersweet good byes. Mito’s awesome food and Govinda’s uplifting spirit will be sorely missed. We head with Sujan, our volunteer coordinator who placed us there, to the taxi waiting for us that takes us back to Thamel.

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Day 2 – Immigration visa extension
Pema picked us up at 10 am to head to the immigration office. Not a difficult procedure to get your visa’s extended. Just requires 30USD for 15 days, minimum and then 2USD for every additional day afterwards. We get back and Ian unpacked and re-packed the packs switching unnecessary stuff from India with needed stuff for mountaineering. Our hotel room is now a mass of boxes, back packs and half of our belongings from Korea.

Day 3 – Last minute scramble before departure
Epic scramble for last minute things! No time to write. Not much happened. Just a lot of running around. Plane ride in the morning.

Lukla runway

Day 4 – Let the suffering commence!
Ian looks out the cockpit window of the twin otter plane twin propeller plane. The runway is in full view of and covers the whole window. That usually doesn’t happen when you’re about to land. A huge “thunk” and jostle and the plane lands.

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Day 5 – Trek
We wake up, pack, eat breakfast and set out for Namche Bazaar at 8 am. It was 3 hours away. This is also the first big altitude hike. Climbing from 2,700 meters to 3,400 (approx.) We didn’t know it could take 4 hours to climb 700 vertical meters.

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Day 6 – Namche last minute gear purchases.
Nothing of significance. Stayed in Namche for acclimatization. Bought a few extra items for the up coming big trek. Resting for 5 hours of hiking on day 6. Namche marks the Alpine level where trees stop and rocks start becoming the common scene carved from the glaciers.

Namche Bazaar

Day 7 – Out of namche and onwards!
“1 more hour” Buba, one if the porters said. He said 1 hour an hour ago. We must be going really slow. Were at 3,900 meters and struggling through the clouds that have completely sucked any joy of being in the mountains. Each step is becoming more laboured. At 3,300 meters, the atmosphere provides 13% of oxygen, where as sea level is 21%. We’ve really reached above that level now.

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Day 8 – Dingbuche and more acclimatization.
A 4 hour hike that otherwise would’ve taken 2 hours. It seems like every time frame that’s given to us we should add 1.5 to it. These porters and guides not only carry a load of stuff, but they’re also pre-acclimatized to this altitude. We made it to 4,300 meters today.

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Dingbuche Area

Day 9 – AMS and learning from it.
On the rest day in Dingbuche, Ian went for a bike for acclimatization while Christa rested her blistered feet. Ian climbed too high too fast and came back down with the worse AMS (acute mountain sickness) he’s felt yet.

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Day 10
Lobuche base camp and storm
Not the worst storm ever. But being at 4,900 meters make it seem a lot more real when thunder is going off beside you. The winds are starting to pickup.

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Everest Base Camp

Day 11 – Gorakshep and Everest Base Camp
We pack only a day pack to head up to Gorakshep which is the kick off point to head to Everest Base Camp. The packing took much longer than we expected as we are tired, frustrated and sick of AMS. The day was incredibly slow going. The altitude and AMS played such a huge role in making the trek really slow. Christa felt nausea got sick a few times. But she continued to be bad ass and headed the trek.

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Day 12 – Kalla Pattar and back to Lobuche Base Camp
We jerked awake at 5am and tried to shut the alarm off. Then Pema came knocking at our door at 5:05. It was time to get up and climb Kalla Pattar. With bloodshot red eyes, we crawled out of bed. Ian went first to meet Pema. Christa was still in no good shape to tackle the mountain. At 5:30, departure time, she worked her boots on and coat on, like a boss.

Taking shelter at Lobuche Base Camp

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Day 13 – Push for the summit
“Wake up Didi!” Won shouted. Didi meant sister in Sherpa. He shouted at Christa.

“We’re up! We’re up!” Ian responded back.

It got real the second time the alarm went off and our guides smacking and banging our tent. Christa cursed her AMS and Ian tore out of his sleeping bag… and then cursed his AMS.

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Day 14 – 2nd attempt for the summit
“Wake up Didi!” Won shouted. Didi meant sister in Sherpa. He shouted at Christa.

“We’re up! We’re up!” Ian responded back. Well, second attempt for the summit. Hours earlier we had as gourmet of a feast as much as our AMS would allow. It’s funny, we’d thought we’d acclimatize faster. It’s been 4 days already living at 4,900 meters ASL and we’re still not fully acclimatized

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Day 15 – Retreat to Dingbuche
After the longest approaching of our lives; 12 days hike, of which 4 days was for acclimatization, and 8 hours of actual approach to the top of Lobuche, we begin the journey downwards. For the past 5 days We lived at no less than 4,900 meters.

Victory Summit Salute! Himalaya Lobuche Peak

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Day 15 – To Namche we go
After summiting Himalaya Lobuche Peak, we wake up to a very misty day. Rather, we were in the clouds. And its only called “fog” because we were standing on the ground, otherwise, it’s clouds.

We begin our death march back down. A grueling 9 hour day. With 2 major uphills that takes us back to altitude, or so it seems.

We get into Namche bazaar at 5 and just crash. That marks the longest day hike on this trip. Not counting the summit day.

Day 16 – Resting in Namche. Souvenir shopping!
Not much happened today as it was rest day. Our bodies still tired from the hike. No longer do we have the porters, we have to carry our own packs. 15-ish kgs isn’t so bad… for 3 hours. But for 9, it was painful. Christa blistered are getting worse as we have zero off days to let them heal completely. We can only tend them so much while not on the move.

We spend the day in namche bazaar shopping for 3 dollar gloves and 10 dollar shirts. Then caught a short movie based off Jon Krakauer’s book, Into Thin Air. Good thing Christa watched it after we went up the mountain….

We went to bed to prepare for a 6 hour hike to Lukla to get ready to fly out.

Our Porters

Day 17 – The great descent.
So remember day 15 as the longest hiking day? Scratch that one. Today we broke 11 hours of hiking straight. Summit day was still 13 hours of uphill/scramble/climb, so that still takes the gold. But today carrying the 15kg pack for 11 hours was probably the best feat we have done together.

At least we are in Lukla now. We’re resting for our flight back to Kathmandu. The weather has been pretty wild. Some days, no flights go out. We wake up tomorrow preparing to go down, but if not, were in Lukla for another day.

Some people have waited 10 days for the weather to clear out. Lets hope we catch our flight straight.

Namche Bazaar is really a Bazaar!

Day 18 – Stranded.
This was the first day to see if we can get a flight out. We woke up in the morning and not too soon after clouds rolled in. This was 8:30. No more roaring of engines landing in the field behind the lodge. We read, ate, and slept to pass the time.

Day 19 – Missed flight
Our actual departure day. The weather held out a bit, but they were letting all the backed up passengers go first. We missed our flight.

Sitting here now, at night listening to the rain hammer the tin roofs. Just last night the monastery held a party to commence the monsoon season. How fitting.

Day 20 – Waiting for breaks in weather

Finally getting off this mountain!

Still stuck. Raining now, and forecasted for the rest of the week. We pass our time reading books. So far, Game of Thrones has been winning. Had a legitimate chicken leg for the first time today. Real meat! Stumbled upon it by accident at the one restaurant we eat at. Making ourselves at home now. Watching tv at the bottom coffee shop. We own the channels. We’re no longer served food, instead we go look for the ladies that cook our food by wandering into their kitchen. People don’t take our orders. We go place them. Maybe tomorrow we’ll go wander out unto the rain and see if the airport is still there.

Day 21 – Considering helicopters at this point

Now we’re getting anxious. We still have to get back down to Kathmandu and pack for South Africa. We’re looking at different helicopter options and alternative route down, including hiking to another village and taking a bus. The only flights that are going are helicopters taking dead corpses off the mountain because of the storm hammering at higher altitudes.

Day 22 – Weather breaks! Finally out of Lukla!

Yes!! We’re out of here! The weather breaks! We’re pushed up in flights! Flying out!! 10 minute notice!  Scramble scramble scramble! This concludes the Himalaya Lobuche Peak trek and climb!

Our support team that brought us up, minus 1 climbing guide, Won

Universal Religion: Psy trance party in Nepal at the beginning of the Annapurna circuit

The key to getting into most music festivals!

“We’re the security for the trance party. Would you like to see our I.D?” Ram asked us. Usually, we’re asked to present I.D. This was a good rescue.

We were 7 hours away from host farm, Hasera, for one night to catch the end of this party, Universal Religion. One of the worlds highest altitude parties, this year was held in Bandipur, an area where most people jump start to their Annapurna circuit trek.

We were caught with a 1,500 (17 USD, very expensive in local economy) Nepali rupee taxi ride up the mountain from a city called Dumre to Bandipur after night has settle into the mountains. The road was a windy 7km uphill. Half way up, the taxi croaked on us. The driver lifted the hood and started fidgeting with the engine pulling out god-knows-what from who-knows-where in the engine block. The engine would not start. Other cars passed by roaring up the bend. More failed monkey mechanics and the driver calls someone.


As he was on the phone, we hear another car approaching. We took out the headlamp to shine the road to make sure people knew were right around the bend so they wouldn’t hit the passed out car. As the car rounded the corner, the headlights split up evolving into two sleek black motorcycles with even sleeker helmets and riders. They stop.

What coincidence that we ran into the head of security for the trance party! Ram, his name was. They threw us on the back of their bikes and we finished the last half of the ride on their motorcycles.

We turn left onto a dusty bump road and started seeing signs of tourists and Nepalese alike wandering abouts the gate of the party.

The stage at night

“They have no one day tickets” Ram informed us. “However, we are in charge of the wrist bands, so if you like, you can pay us 5,000 rupees.” That came up to 58USD. The normal ticket was 100USD. We agreed. We also think he just banked that money as private sale. We’re not concerned. We saved money.
Police lined the entrance but Ram got us in without checking bags. A bit redundant to have security and police carrying rifles the size of their body.

The first people we spoke to, after eating some food, (it’s been about 12 hours). “What the *** are the organizers thinking?! Those wankers had 4 toilets for guys and 4 for girls for a party of 4,000 people. And they have no water to wash our hands with!” Justin and Simon both complained. 2 British guys, well seasoned into the party life.

We had a good laugh and then checked the washrooms. And what the **** are the organizers thinking?! Those toilets were FILLED to the BRIM with not only the usual toilet stuff, but of other should not mentions. Camping at the party would’ve been cool until there was no water and no nearby toilets. We were even planning on it, our bivvy sack, sleeping bag, fleece blanket and emergency blanket all part of the day bags.

We started doing the hike down the road to search for a place to stay. And wouldn’t you know, every place is full. It really didn’t come as a surprise though. Our last ditch attempt after an hour of wandering around, we went into the nearest hotel to the party to ask for rooms. Obviously full. But we had to ask anyways. Half jokingly, Christa said “Can we just sleep on those couches?” (In the lobby)

Yes, best hotel room ever.

The receptionist looked at us all weird. We started walking out and he called us back in. He lead us into the luggage storage room opened the door to reveal a mattress. “You can stay here for 500 rupees.” That was about 6 USD. With a washroom nearby in the lobby, that is all we needed. We put down our day packs and headed into the party.

The main (and only) stage had a… uh… flower? column? covering the dance floor. As far as trance party designing goes, South Africans have a pretty intense decor reputation set out for them. And so a South African designed the stage for the party. It was magnificent and indescribable.

The music was, well, psy trance. Too bad it wasn’t progressive or goa that we both enjoy more. But at this late at night – or early in the morning – deep psy was pretty called for. Everyone was jiving to the heavy bass. Lekker… Finally a legit party and to make it more epic, it was at the jumping off point to the Annapurna Circuit. A high altitude party. Ha!

In the daylight, we had to figure our way down the mountain (7km of windy road), find a bus to Kathmandu, find a bus to Banepa and then find a bus to Hasera farm – 7 hours away.

Stage during the day on tear down

We strapped our sandals, hiked up our bags and started marching down as the other party go-ers lined up for the bus that never came. Not too soon after we started walking, a jeep pulled up. Filled with party people shoved in the front, the back seats, and the bed of the truck. We hopped on the back. Ian couldn’t fit as there were too many people. So he stood with one leg in the bed, and held onto to the roof rack of the jeep. The road wasn’t only windy, but also very bumpy. It was quite the work out to hang on.

Getting down to Dumre again wasn’t so bad, and finding a bus to Kathmandu was even easier. 4 hours later we landed in Thamel, the hipster and touristy part of Kathmandu. We went back to our favourite Korean restaurant. Really, the only Korean restaurant we knew. We were craving MEAT. “SLAUGHTER A COW AND LEMME AT ‘IM!!!” screams the stomachs. Except we got pork, sam gyeop sal. Whoo!

Ian hitching a ride down the mountain

We called our host father at the farm, who was in another part of Nepal on a business trip. “All the buses to Hasera have stopped running now.” Govinda said. We were caught in Kathmandu for the night. Not a big deal, we already knew the Thamel area and knew exactly where we wanted to go stay for the night. Thamel Guest House.

The first time we went there, the bar owner, Biki, told us about the party and said that he’d be there. So we went to him. And wouldn’t you know, Ian’s stomach decided to crap out on him from the party food. Ha! Really, isn’t that surprising.

We didn’t stay the guesthouse the first time because it was a little manky. But this time, we did. 400 rupees. Winning! Until we turned on our lights to see the room afterwards. There was load-shedding at the time, so the lights at the hotel didn’t work.

(Load shedding: When certain parts of the city shuts down electricity for a certain time for other parts of the city to have power)

We saw the state of the room and it was the mangieous rooms ever. We would’ve rather stay in the storage compartment. The carpet was stained with years of wear. The bed was clean-ish, but we revealed the stained sheets. The washroom leaked something awful. The walls everywhere was peeling and clearly poorly patched up. The water from the tap had physical debris flowing out. And the shower tap kept leaking to leave a fresh puddle of water on the floor. Whatever, it was one night.

Ian passed out immediately while Christa stayed up to people watch.

The next morning, we came crawling back to Hasera. We missed Mito’s food and Govinda’s uplifting and never-ending humour. And it was time to get Ian better, again.

Hasera – Living on a rural farm in Nepal

Christa working the plants

“Yololo!” Govinda shouted. Best word ever you’ll hear on the farm, because that meant “Food is ready!” Mito, Govinda’s wife, prepared possibly the best food ever. After a semi-relaxed morning of work, we get pretty much the rest of the day off. Or we could choose to do more work if we wanted to.

We were volunteering at Hasera Permaculture farm. We went through a company called Volunteering to Learn. Rolling hills with huge mountains in the distance surrounded the farm. But their gigantic size makes it seems like we could reach a hand out and touch the top of one of the snow capped peaks. In just over a week, we’ll be working our way up one of those peaks. But for now, we were busy digging up onions, garlic, and feeding chickens and petting the cows.

When we arrived, we happened to jump right into the end of a workshop where we get to design our own permaculture farm from 2 days of workshop. Both of us had a lot of ideas on how to be hippie and in the end our house was bomb-tastic. Urban farming with veritcal gardens and seasonal green houses with a pond inside. Badass.

The view from the farm

We got to experience local rural village wedding as well. It was an arranged marriage and a simple one. Nothing flashy. We took a stroll down the road and then down through other farm fields. It lead us to the family’s farm where the wedding was held. Colours decorated the trees and incense filled the air infront of the family’s Shiva temple. The couple sat side by side while family members on both sides took their turns blessing them while someone recited incantations and prayers.

Few days later, we got to celebrate Hanumans birthday, the monkey God who rescued Shiva’s wife, Parvarti, from Sri Lanka. We walked with Govinda, our host father, to the village Hanuman pagoda. People were already in deep incantation, burning incense, throwing blessings onto the Hanuman and into the fire sending it up to the Heavens for him to receive it.

Traditional village wedding

These experiences were something few people get to do. To live right in with the family in a rural village in Nepal. We were expecting hard work and hours in the sun. However, what we got was more of becoming part of the family and local community. After the wedding, when we arrived at the temple, we recognized many people from the wedding and they recognized us (Wasn’t very hard).

Vishnu’s commerical potatoe fields needed to be harvested. He was one of the lecturers at Govinda’s farm during the workshop. We got a chance to repay his kindness by helping him harvest his humungous farm. Just fields and fields of potatoes. Even though he  lectured at the permaculture farm, he needed commercial farming and so used chemicals. He knows the detrimental effects, but it’s the only way to provide locally grown potatoes in the local region. Otherwise, potatoes aren’t naturally grown in Nepal. We got to work alongside family and friends of Vishnu. It was quite a humbling experience as people older than us tear up the ground as we struggle to keep up with the work.

Vishnu’s fields

After our 2 weeks of living at the farm, we exchanged very bittersweet goodbyes. Our experience was over, but not forgotten. It was a very rewarding experience that will sit with us through our lifetime. Our eyes turn over to the peaks in the Everest mountain range. Onward, journey!

Birth Place of Buddha to the Kathmandu Valley – sacrifices and host families

The birth site of Buddha in Lumbini

Lumbini. Not so shortly after we crossed the border, we settled in a quiet town where Buddha has been proven to be born in. Nothing spectacular. A few temples all very dedicated to Buddha from each Buddhist country in the world. We saw China, Korea and Nepal before we decided it was too hot to bike around anymore. Here it was still 40 degrees. Not what we bargained for, weather-wise.

We retreat back into our room play in the shower, aka wash our clothes. It was about time we had fresh clean clothes again. All hand wash, courtesy of the hotel shower. Just don’t tell them. Shhh… We head to Kathmandu 2 nights later.

Trinkets in the market

It was a 10 hour bus ride starting from 7:30am and arriving at 4pm. Kathmandu, Thamel. One of Ian’s favourite city so far in the trip. It trumps Varkala and Jaisalmer. The gear stores, for one, and secondly, lots of swanky restaurants, bars, and other establishments, straight up our alley. We were starving for meat. We found a Korea BBQ restaurant. How fitting! We’re fresh out of Korea, we know the dishes, and we know how to eat it. We had sam kyap sal, and so gal bi. *Drool*

Afterwards, we found a live band playing in the local pub. It happened to be Nepals New Year, and people are still out celebrating. We met a couple of nice Indians and hung out with them for the better part of the night.

The next day, we head out to meet our trekking

Our host family in Kathmandu

guide, Pema, for our 19 day trek to Everest Base Camp (EBC from here forth). We finally get reunited with our climbing gear. 40kg total, including ice axes, harnesses sleeping bags, shells, down jackets, snow pants, boots… etc. The total list is extensive. We organize all our paperwork and discussed about how to arrange the visa extensions that we need and where to meet. We also bought our tickets to South Africa, after much anticipation from Christa’s mother. We started all this first because we won’t see Pema until after our volunteership.

Monkey temple

This volunteership, we’re heading out to Kavre, just a few kilometers away from Kathmandu, but still a small remote farming town. Some nice mountains out there supposedly. Before we get shipped out there, an awesome host family welcome us into their house for 3 nights. We prepared traditional Nepalese food with the family and they taught us some basic Nepalese.

The volunteer organizer, Sujan, showed us around many many temples. “City of Temples” is Kathmandu’s name. And it certainly lives up to its name. “Oh, it’s a live sacrifice”, the Sujan said as we walked by a puddle of fresh blood on the ground. Hindu’s in the city were celebrating a festival. We came in when they were getting the cow ready. The goat had already been sacrificed.

Biggest and oldest temple in Kathmandu

The legs were tie up first and then the cow was shoved onto the ground. They made sure the legs were securely fastened. A Hindi Nepalese pulled out a pokcet knife and lifted up the chin. Makes the first slice and the crowd takes a step back as blood sprayed everywhere, his shirt, the temple, his arms and right around the crowd. The cow didn’t make a sound, but you could hear it screaming from the eyes.

The Nepalese man took a cup and collected the blood the was spraying from the jugulars and splashed it on the temple. He did it twice. The neck was still attached, but the esophagus clearly exposed and the blood gurgles out as the cow desperately tries to breath. As the cow inhaled, it drew more blood to the lungs and was trying to cough it out. Finally, the Nepalese man fully decapitates the head as he jams the knife into the neck and rips off the head. He places it on the temple alongside the goats head. Cow has been sacrificed.

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India Nepal border, Lumbini, and Kathmand Rd. 1

Below is a picture of the sacrifice. Warning: Graphic content.

Freshly sacrificed cow and goat

Walking across borders. End of India and the beginning of Nepal!

On the train ride reading up on Nepal

Varanasi was a scorching 42 degrees and it showed no signs of relief until the odd hours in the morning. We decided it was enough and took the 8am train (when the heat was still somewhat bearable) to go to Nepal. This isn’t as un-common as we originally thought. A lot of people do this trip. From Varanasi, we took a 4 hour train to Gorakphur. We were lucky to find an express train that stopped only twice, otherwise it would’ve been a 6 hour trip.

From Gorakphur, we found a bus that went to Sunauli. It wasn’t hard. When we got off the train from Gorakphur, touters were coming up to us “You going to Nepal? Take our bus!” The bus stand, though, was right infront of the train station and it wasn’t necessary to listen to touters. We asked a few people which bus went to Sunauli and they directed us in the right direction.  There were touters though, trying to get us to their private company buses that cost 1,000 Rupees. About 12 dollars. But instead, we found a bus for 80 Rupees. Just over 1 dollar. This bus though, really isn’t that nice. We put our luggage on the roof and were literally crammed in the back corner of the bus. Leg space is non-existent. You literally sit up 90 degrees to give some room for your knees. And the Indians will just keep piling on the people and shove you futher into the corner of the bus. We were on that bus for 3 hours in the baking heat of 40 degrees of the day. Longest 3 hour bus journey of our lives. Fun!

The streets in Sanuali Crossing

Once we arrived in Sunauli, at 3pm we decided it was time to have the first meal of the day since 6am wakeup. We went to a nice little hotel restaurant called Indo-Nepal. We realized afterwards it was recommended by Lonely Planet guide book. 

Winning!
Soon after we found ourselves in the India Immigration Office getting a stamp out of India. They told us that Indian Rupees are illegal in Nepal and we have to change everything before we cross the border. We found a money exchange on the India side. Changed money, haphazardly because Ian was all tired and cracked out at that point. Christa is more on the ball.
The end of India and beginning of Nepal

The time came to walk across. Christa was expecting x-ray machines and border patrol. But really, the border simply said “India Border Ends” There’s a bit of a no-man’s land and then another sign “Welcome to Nepal” Tons of other people are also walking, driving, and taking rickshaws across the border seemingly unchecked and unbothered by the border patrol. However, tourists stand out and we were told to go to the Immigration Office on the Nepal side. A quick form fill out, stamp and we were sent on our way. It took us a 8 hours of travelling to cross the border and into our lodging in Lumbini in Nepal.

Nepal, here we come!

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India Nepal border, Lumbini, and Kathmand Rd. 1