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Begin may 2008, From Khajuraho to Pokhara (nepal)
Geplaatst op Thursday 10 July @ 02:27:28 GMT+1
Onderwerp: Around the world in 8 years
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 I was waiting for my replacement window from Europe, but the ridiculous heat in the middle of India (47 degrees was no exception) made it quite unpleasant. Then enter little activity. I was really sick of the heat with fever and lazyness.
To drive to Nepal was as always in India, heavy but never boring, and the cool Nepal embraced me with strikes and lack of fuel.
This is a automatically translated story by google Translate, so some grammer might be a bit funny.
The wait was for my window here in the warm Khajuraho. It was there, as I stated in my last story told 'not-nice' warm. In the afternoon was 47 degrees no exception. But you slowly ga 'get used' to this kind of heat. Except that your pace naturally adapts, just as your daily habits, I feel that after 10 days was easier for them than when I arrived. Not that it was pleasantly hear. A nice extra feature is that it is a very dry heat, you sweat a lot but that it immediately evaporates. Your clothes do not smell so quickly dirty and wet patches under your armpits there is not. You do see, in the evening white staines of salt.
by the continuing drought, the water wells was very dry
I did little in this heat, but still managed a mega horn on my car fitted with a 5 horn where I now have a huge amount of decibels can produce much more than my three-horn of a year ago. I've already want to test drive hehe. Also making a tool cabinet in one of my outside compartments, a desire for already two years was an occupation that some energy expense. Leo was also arrived in Khajuraho, and I had a contact and that it is pleasant. Furthermore, the making of two large eyes to the front for my Pakistani ghost chasers kept me also busy.
The horn blew everyone literally away..
In the evening lost of invitations to take dinner at local houses. That is something you only in India you find. Only after a week I, along with Alex and Strachie (a German girl) eat nicely in the parental home of Banti Banti's mother has always been a treasure of a woman and she had obviously tomater-tomater made for me. This is a simple meal short cooked with tomatoes and curry spices. This is eaten with chappati. Because Leo and Strachie there and there were also some families of Banti was present, it was a full and lively gang.
Banti's mother has always been a treasure
If I remember correctly, in about 10 years 20% of all people with heart problems in this world live in India. In India, especially in rural areas, people still think that the fetter you are, the healthier you are. At Banti's mother therefore the fetrolls burst out on all sides from her Sari and the welcomes she that she felt I had become too thin and full of love put some extra Gee (clarified butter) on my chapati. That explains a lot and raises serious concerns, because the average Indian has no health insurance and must include all diseases in the hospital pay cash.
With my health was not super. I continued to cough as a fully Cuban cigars addict So once again went to the pharmacy. They often know as much as a doctor, although these pharmacies are very happy where selling is concerned. I got now Lupinbenz perl capsules (working substance benzonatate), prednisolone of Omnacortil, Cefx-o containing cefixime, and cough medicine called phensedyl. Also Sinarest yet, but I have not used. This medication did the trick, after two days was almost gone and I felt a lot better.
Some Indians are really stupid (so are some Dutch hehe) But I still want to come back to this stupidity. Certainly in the traffic 10,000 deaths per year speak for itself and in Delhi, they are well aware of this. But they seen to do nothing. In Delhi they sit with their head in 2008, but with their ass (the population) is still 100 years behind. Take now that four-laning, the making of highways of the main roads. In itself of course a good plan. But where are the biggest problems on the roads?, where are the trouble points and where the fatalities fall? Precisely, in the villages, where the traffic has to squeeze through narrow streets. So, would you think, you make a four laned ring to go around town and then connect to the main road. But no, in India this is exactly the other way around. The fourlaning road finishes just outside the villages, and as soon as you are approaching a village you go straight through the center. Heavy trucks, buses, cars, everything squeezes themselves, with all the consequences ofcourse. I think this is stupid than reasoning.
In Khajuraho got extra meat into the expensive restaurant, but obviously no excuse from kitchen or waiter
That they can not (or are unwilling) to maintain order is clear. Because the average policeman earns little and like to do some extra earning to look the other way (but his hand to hold up for the cash) results in the same behaviour among others. Because this type of behavior from top down takes place it is "tolerated" as the boss his people there to speak he himself can not do more naturally. That kind of behavior is reflected in society, people learn not and only copy that behaviour into their own environment. Eliminating this kind of thing is therefore very difficult seems to me, it is only possible through a mindset change and I think India is still far from being ripe for this. It should be political desire from high to low and they are obviously the biggest croocks.
The average policeman is also not very motivated. For example, if there is a traffic problem is, will not solve it. Example stopping buses or taxis middle of the road at certain places in the city. This often creates kilometers long traffic jams and a lot of frustration but instead of acting, giving some tickets or so, they stand there and do a little whistle blowing. Sole creative thinking seems not to have any chance.
In China they have for example a few years ago large portion of spitting on the street (relating to the Olympic games) can eliminate by advertising campaigns, radio spots and TV and newspapers. But in India is a large proportion of the population still separated from media, can not read / write, has no TV or radio reception etc.
Perhaps an input through religion is a solution but dealing with 40,000 gods in India is that no option.
By bus travel is not always everything
A change is therefore not what you thing will be in India soon. Specially not in traffic. Can you imagine that I sometimes want to kill a cyclist or so to really drive. It sounds crue but I can imagine sometimes difficult. I have commen sense so I don't , but the tendency remains. If you drive 60-70 on a fourlane road and there is suddenly a cyclist who, without looking jumps on the streets from an alley or so, without even a glance to see if there is any traffic so if it were so for your car jumps . You must then hit the breaks full. If that ever happens once , ok, but in India it is 5 or 6 times in one day and I have somethimes the thought just to run over him. Let him learn not so stupid to be. If he wants commit suicide than he can get it. Can the thoughts of this biker not understand, it is surely not the first time ie on that road drive, and he must surely know that there is heavy traffic and drive it in one second as flat as a dime. Perhaps cyclist who has some idea of .. if God calls me I will come and it is my time… what life is concerned that many here still in the middleages.
Well, another subject, the stupidity of the Indians haha. So I spoke at a given moment with a few people, who talked about a friend of them, which they called no-alu, or translated literally "no-potatoes." Meaning that this boy had no balls, which were apparently not descended when he was little. It turned out to be a good friend of the group of which I stand to talk to. He was 18 years. When I was at a given moment I said it was bad for the guy because that he than never would have children. Nobody understood. And I stood with a group of 5 men to chat, between the ages of 18 and 30 years I think. And that therefore had no idea that it worked that way, indeed, the boy in question also knew nothing of. The conversation went further on who was telling him, but eventually, I heard later, nobody has done that. Poor boy. No-alu will remain childless unless he find another solution.
Indians are curious, but in a wrong way. They ask me much, but they ask stupid questions and not listen to the answers. My smallest sister did that always, questions to ask, not to learn. Maybe interesting to look at, or just a conversation to begin. And if they do not understand the answer, they will not ask further questions or explanation. Therefore I consider that they are not interested in the answer. thats stupid .. or not ..?
In the big cities of India, they began developing supermarkets. Not big ones, but in western style. But then India's with a touch of course. So nice stores with rows of shelves and shopping carts. But then you get inside the refrigerator does not work (warm yogurt and milk, melted butter), is the fruit under the flies half-empty shelves, hanging and broken shelves, no prices on the articles, checkout scanners that do not work or pnly half etc. . It is laughable but also called again pathetic because it is the beginning, the idea is good but is so poorly implemented and maintained. Too bad.
The 8th arrived at last my new window. It was fine by Bocklet packed in a wooden framework and thus no harm came here Friday. Despite that I had that day 38.5 fever, I have replaced the old window. I wanted at all costs move away from the heat because that is the suspected cause of my miserable feeling. It was not only got things under control in the afternoon and finished at 4 pm Saturday everything satisfactorily. As continued to prepare the following day (May 9) to depart from Khajuraho.
The first day driving was heavy. I knew that the road to Kampur was bad but of course hoping that they secretly to what had improved since I last had driven him. Unfortunately, the opposite is true and it was only become worse. Despite that yet again drove further than the last time I rode this piece, and on the my self invented bypass around Kampur I slept. Next day, when I was pleased with my progress and my improving health, began badly. I probably took a wrong road and ended up in the bush bush of India, with rural roads that were so narrow that even a car there had difficulty with. Eventually you find a main road again, of course, but you lose an hour or whatever and that is shame. The road was busy and my five-horn was proudly redhot. The number of speedbreakers (speed hills) was huge and very anoying. It very much on hold because you have to be an increasingly brakes and 5 km p / h there. Yet they have no other choice. It is known that the average Indian driver is stupid and antisocial, and without that speed-breakers go with it simply 80 km p/h villages and that costs human lives.
Yet until just before the Nepalese border drove although that was not obvious. 70 km to the border, there was suddenly a bridge… eum let's say out-of-order. They were there right next to a sort of emergency pontoon bridge, which was clearly not intended for heavy traffic. It said the signs which I have previously seen, of course about 'forbidden for heavy vehicles, but that I had as good a foreigner of course ignored. Another way is not, however, so I had the car there. Drove the narrow road to the pontoon bridge and came against a barrier where I not go past. but With a little maneuvering and some help from a few passersby succeeded yet and I was suddenly in order to bridge the narrowest I have ever been on, I (and I've already had some dangerous ones). A pontoon bridge, but an Indian way. The planks that are sprinkled over had been pancake thin. I could remember only one solution, with a steady momentum over thunder, so that the shelves had no time to fail. But the pontoons (kind of very large airplane tanks) were uneven. Apparently there was already water in some pontoons. The planks were so up and down. Eyes closed and go. With fierce crackling, many shooting prayers and clenched body holes rescued me to go to the other side to come. In retrospect excited, because we stood on the other hand, certainly a few hundred lorries to wait until the normal bridge would be functional again.
Only just
I saw that same evening an old man run down by a truck, which was very vague. It was as if this man was murdered. The old man rode on a bike neatly on the side of the road, a little at a slow bend. From behind him (towards me coming) came a truck. There was enough room. But the truck did not follow the bend but drove straight, slowly into the shoulder. Probably that driver to sleep or talk result was that he impacted fully with the old man rode on the bumper. As the result was I could only guess, because it happened exactly at the level that I was passing the truck. I just heard the truck the cyclist create a bang and crackling, but decided, unlike I would do in the civelized world that I would not to stop. Stories of lynchende drivers make that less attractive. I suspect that the old man no longer lived. Would I witnessed a murder
Little later saw a beautiful large abandoned building, green grass in the middle, walled in. I think, a nice place to stay overnight, so ran inside the complex to see if there were people. Everything was closed, no sign of activities, except a few people for an entrance of a building that was completely closed with bars. I walked out there to go ask if I could park but when I came closer I saw strange things. The 5 or 6 people who were all missing limbs and some had white spots on their skin. The bulb suddenly falshed on, this is a leprosy colony. Quickly go… before something else falls off.
Crossed the Nepalese border, with no problems. Both in the Indian side as the Nepalese side tried to get bakshis (bribes) but am asked to withdraw with pockets closed. The Indian side was a Customs Officer who that day for the second day worked, and therefore have never seen a carnet. When the good man had looked 10 minutes at the document I helped on their way, otherwise I still standing there.
Just after Butwal, say only 20 km across the border, the first Banda (protest strike). Roads blocked, burning car tires on the road, a lot of people discussing in groups, then you know it is not right. After three occasions came suddenly moving in the crfowd. Cars and buses were started, people jumped into the buses. Unfortunately, it turned out three times false alarm. Two hours later it was finally finished and the way I could continue.
Blokade
A little further on I came running a corpse against. That is to say, a dead on a stretcher, lifted high by his / her family members, wearing flower chain and throwing leaves on the corpse. wrapped in a cloth, surrounded by rolling 2 rupee notes (which also burn, so can not have too much value). Would best that the corpse with the banda had to do, because that road was blocked because of a fatal accident. The protestors wanted people so that the police enforce the guilty pick up.
It was hard to reach Pokhara before the dark. The last 50 km are bad, that I knew, and that there were certainly no better. Apart from the many bumps there were also many holes in the beaten path. Ask me again what a hole the economy of a country cost. If I have a small guess… across the road from Butwal to pokhara I guess some 50 deep holes in the road that forcing them to drive very slow there. That means 50 times so must brakes and speed-up again. I estimate that a truck / bus (which is 90% of the traffic) but soon an additional 20 cl to additional diesel used at every hole. By 50 holes is that so 1000 cl or 10 litres of diesel extra. If there are 150 cars, buses per day that route do so is that 1500 litres of diesel are discarded per day, or let's say 1000 euros (around what I Friday af). Apart from the additional environmental pollution, additional costs for maintenance and the like is that quite a lot of money for a road. If you take that nationally so that hundreds of thousands per day, and that for a country so poor (and corrupt) is that they have trouble paying their bills. Well .. that provide food for thought. On the other hand, additional diesel sell additional revenue for the government, and it does not fix the road also saves money. What is wisdom?
Rows of trucks vcoor the closed bridge
At half 6 in the evening I parked on the delicious cool parking (annex football / volleyball and cricket field, cows and buffalo field, driving lesson field etc etc) from Pokhara.
After a day in the coolness of Pokhara I felt like a lot better. The cough was less heavy, and my whole constitution improved.
Sadly, there was no change in Nepal, despite the elections that the Maoists have helped in the saddle. The Nepalese government India's account of fuel not to have paid. Consequence was that there was no gasoline to get across the country. Only Taxi drivers were given a ration of 5 litres per day or so. Happy that I drive on diesel, which is available, although I had my tank filled fully in India, because I know Nepal gradually.
Well my schedule is roughly as follows. For those who still do not know, I have a reservation on the boat to Beunos Aires on 5 december, from Antwerp. I will therefore end of november in the Netherlands are there for a week in Germany and will therefore in november somewhere in Turkey or Greece. September 10 runs out my Indian Visa so I will start the return from september. But plans change… ..
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