I love travelling alone, but when you become really sick you feel like the loneliest human being of the world. I lost 4kg in 3 days and felt very weak.
I was very glad when I got better and went straight to the indian embassy. You had to get there in the line at 7 30 am. Even when the embassy opened at 9 30. You had to stay in the first line to get the needed formulars. After you have filled them in you have to get in another line to give it to the clerks and paying some money so that they could fax to your homecountry to find out, if your are a criminal or not... but um... why did they need more then 2 hours for 10 applicants.
Then they said:"Come in 10 days again." Time enough to explore Kathmandu a little more.
After ten days I went back to the embassy: First line: to get the answer of the telex. Uunfortunately there was none. .. but it didn't matter, I would get it anyway they said. I also got two new formulars. I filled them in and handed them out... in another line. After that you had to wait another half day, go to another line and then you get!! After that I was happiest person on earth!!
It was time to leave Nepal and to head forward to India. I' ll never forget the bustrip. I payed the whole trip to the first indian town with a railway station in Kathmandu. But at the border it was only big trouble (like nearly always when you have a crossborder transport arrangement) I was tired, very tired, when the indian men from the bus wanted to force me, to pay extra for my bag. (they wanted luaggemoney only from those passengers, who had the same arengment like me) And it was a bus with 5 seats in one line. Even for Iindians it would had been dense. But the bus was full with western tourists. They said they would throw my bag away, they said (especially one guy), they would not start, before i have paid. It took a while to convince him, but after a while of arguing the bus started
One day later i was in New Dehli.
to be continued....
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