#Delhi to Nepal Taxi Fare

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Top Reasons to Book a Taxi in Advance

Booking a taxi in advance can offer several advantages and peace of mind. Here are some top reasons to consider booking a taxi in advance:

Guaranteed Availability: By booking a taxi in advance, you secure your transportation, especially during peak travel periods or in busy locations where taxis may be in high demand. You don’t have to worry about waiting for an available taxi or dealing with last-minute arrangements.

Convenience and Time-Saving: Pre-booking a taxi saves you time and effort. Instead of searching for a taxi on the spot, you can relax knowing that your transportation is already arranged. This is particularly beneficial when you have a specific schedule to follow, such as catching a flight, attending an important event, or embarking on a tour.

Airport Transfers: If you’re arriving at an airport, pre-booking a taxi ensures a smooth and hassle-free transfer to your destination. The taxi driver can monitor your flight status and adjust the pickup time accordingly, so you won’t have to wait or worry about finding transportation upon arrival.

Special Requirements: When you book a taxi in advance, you can communicate any specific requirements or preferences you may have. For example, if you have a large group or excess luggage, you can request a vehicle that can accommodate your needs. Booking in advance allows the taxi service provider to make suitable arrangements for your requirements.

Cost Transparency: Pre-booking a taxi often provides clarity on the fare and eliminates any potential surprises or disputes regarding the price. The taxi service provider can provide you with a fixed or estimated fare upfront, allowing you to budget your transportation expenses accordingly.

Safety and Reliability: Reputable taxi service providers prioritize safety and reliability. By booking in advance, you can choose a trusted taxi company with well-maintained vehicles and professional drivers. This gives you peace of mind, knowing that you’ll have a safe and comfortable journey.

Local Expertise: Taxi drivers often have local knowledge and can provide valuable insights and recommendations about the area, such as popular attractions, dining options, or travel tips. By booking in advance, you can benefit from their expertise and make the most of your time at the destination.

Remember to provide accurate details while booking, such as your pickup location, drop-off location, date, and time, to ensure a seamless experience. Additionally, check the cancellation policies and any terms and conditions associated with the taxi service you are booking.

Overall, booking a taxi in advance offers convenience, reliability, and peace of mind, making your travel experience more enjoyable and stress-free.

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From the archives: 

James Norton: One of the Backpact

(Varsity, #640, September 29, 2006)

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ONE OF THE BACKPACT James Norton on spending his summer touring a “silly” play for kids around the Indian Subcontinent

9:30 am. July 12th. The Backpact theatre company, 6 of us, are huddled around a table outside a tiny Nepali café, sipping on glasses of chai. In the school next door eighty children are waiting for us to put on the first ever production of our touring play. We’ve endured the rehearsals, the devising and the long sweaty journey from Delhi over the Himalaya to Kathmandu to be here – and yet sitting at this café, there’s a definite sense of being drastically under-prepared; totally unaware of what we’re letting ourselves in for. To add to the tension, we all have the shits (apart from Kathryn). Earlier this year the Backpact company had consisted of two penniless people with only a vague idea of what they wanted to achieve. Over May and June Backpact materialised into six people with a website, some sponsorship, and a planned route through Nepal and North India. The route we mapped out involved flying into Delhi in early July, quickly moving overland to Kathmandu, and then travelling across the west of Nepal up into the hills in north-west India. From Dehradun we would make our way through Rishikesh, Manali, Leh and finally end the tour spending three blissful days upon an old colonial houseboat on Dal Lake in Kashmir. Our tour routine was vigorous. Every morning we would emerge at seven, from wherever we were staying – which was usually a friendly guesthouse or on occasion one of the schools – clad in bright yellow T-shirts, brandishing one guitar, three sheets (one green, two blue) and a handful of juggling balls. All six of us would cram into a tiny taxi for the trip to the school; the coda to which short ride would usually be a heated argument about the fare with the taxi driver. It was monsoon season and sometimes the roads were too poor quality to drive on, forcing us to hitch. Six white people all wearing identical yellow clothes hitching at 7.30 in the morning certainly turned a few heads. The workshop would start with exercises and silly games to warm the kids up - and also to surreptitiously weed out the hecklers - then games, song and smaller performances from the children before we would stage our own piece; a fantastically silly play involving a girl called Lucy, a boat (conjured out of the green and blue sheets), some island adventures and a Backstreet Boys number. Before the school day began, we’d always try and have our contemplative cup of tea, a tradition established on that first anxious morning. It produced a moment of strange calm as we contemplated the stormy seven hours before us. The relentless pressure to be lively and animated was exhausting and yet the days spent in those schools were some of the most rewarding of my life.

Backpact are James Norton, Lizzie Crarer, Sam Sword, Lou Proske, Jack Gordon-Brown and Kathryn Hamilton.

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Day 8 - Delhi airport

Taxi pick up was a little late but it’s Indian time I remind myself. The driving is appalling in comparison to many countries in the world and it takes a while to get accustomed to the relentless and seemingly pointless bibbing of the horn.

The driver this morning was at the poor end of the scale when it came to driving safely and I have to admit to feeling quite justified in my response to his his cheeky “good driver good tip” catch phrase and “crap driver no tip, goodbye”!

We had to re-pay for the flight as we were not carrying the card we booked with which was frustrating but it was our mistake. They promised us a full refund so no problem and we flew into Delhi arriving earlier than advertised despite taking off slightly later. I do wonder if the Indian airspace is similar to the road system where if you see a space you go into it even if you can’t fit because you bibbed therefore it’s yours. This way planes could make up lost time by creating their own flight paths!

The transfer from domestic terminal 1 to international terminal 3 shuttle bus was a short walk to the front of terminal 1. It costs 50 rps for 2 and took 15/20 mins so despite our concern about connection times we still had 90 mins to check in and go to gate.

Check in debacle

As the ‘check in closes 1 hour before departure time’ got closer we realised that our queue position meant we would not make it and as we would do anywhere we approached the desk to ask for guidance. We were told “no problem we will make an announcement”. Ten mins later the gentleman in the queue checking passports again confirmed that when the desk is about to close they make a ‘last call’ announcement and we will be invited to the desk to check in.

With 6 people in front of us they made are “last call for Dakar” shout and we witnessed the people in the queue move to the front. Still we waited for our last call... it didn’t arrive.

On approaching the desk we were told that our check in had closed 20 mins prior and that the call had been made! What then took place was really quite pleasing. We realised there were also 3 passengers from Austria and a young guy from India in the same position. We all joined together and protested to the JET AIRWAYS staff. We refused to move, they refused to take responsibility, we insisted on seeing a supervisor, they requested we move. We created congestion and continued to argue our point with unity and of course our trump card was the Indian student who knew exactly what they were saying to each other!

The flight went and still we stood together we demanded tickets for the next flight which were coming up at £250 plus on Skyscanner.

3 hours later and after being passed from pillar to post we were given boarding passes to the evening flight.

So we had 5 hours to kill at Delhi airport and after a disappointing Costa Coffee experience and more blogging we bag dropped and began the process that should have taken place 12 hours earlier!

We arrived at Kathmandu ‪around midnight‬.

ARRIVAL IN NEPAL INFO

Visa forms available on arrival at desk but take a pen!

We got the larger than standard size passport photo as advised however our experience suggests it’s not needed.

First desk show passport and visa form pay $25 each

Second desk cuts to size photo and staples it to visa form stamps passport simple and only takes 15 mins.

Exit airport money exchange only cash on left but ATM just outside.

Taxi pre paid did however take Indian rupee for fare to local airport hotel 2 Miles 600 rps or £4

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Information About How To Get To Bhutan

Bhutan is a country in the world sunk with beautiful monasteries, sterile environment. It is also known throughout the world to proliferate the "Gross National Happiness". Before this, Bhutan was completely cut off from the rest of the world until 1960. There were only two points of entry ie across the north and south. The northern route was through Tibet and the southern route was through the plains of Assam and West Bengal. It was inaccessible due to the extreme climatic conditions of both the part, therefore the government of Bhutan planned an economic development and made the country available. At present there is a good road network with national and international airports.

Bhutan By the Plane

The national airline, air of Druk, operates several flights per week from Bangkok (Thailand), Delhi, Calcutta, Gaya, Bagdora, Guwahati (India), Kathmandu (Nepal) and Dhaka (Bangladesh) to Paro (Bhutan) that offer spectacular Views of the highest mountains in the world. The airport is an hour's drive from the capital Thimphu. Flight schedules, fares and other flight information are available at www.drukair.com.bt

Bhutan on the Road

After crossing Phuntsholing, located 170 km east of the Bagdogra National Airport, there are hair curves as you climb the mountain and reach Thimphu; The capital of Bhutan. Gelephu in south-central Bhutan is 260 km from Thimphu. While Samdrup Jongkhar is the only entry point from the east of Bhutan. It is 150 km from Guwahati; Assam. Only three hours to drive.

How to Get Bhutan from India

By Highway Bhutan is a landlocked country and shares 3 borders with India. Of these, Assam and the borders of West Bengal are used by maximum travelers to travel between the 2 countries. 

The roads in Bhutan around the Assam border (given the mountainous terrain) are not as developed. Also, the door can close in case of any concern in the state of Assam. 

West Bengal (Jaigaon) border is preferred for those wishing to take a road trip to Bhutan. The door remains open from 6:30 AM to IST at around 10:00 PM IST. There are separate entrances for vehicles and travelers on foot. The immigration office in Phuentsholing is only 100 meters from the door.

By the Train

The nearest train stations to Jaigaon are Nuevo Jalpaiguri, Alipurduar and new Cooch Behar. Trains stop for less than 5 minutes in Alipurduar and New Cooch Behar.

Time to arrive by road

Time to arrive by road New Jalpaiguri to Phuentsholing - 4 hours Alipurduar to Phuentsholing - 2 hours New Cooch Behar to Phuentsholing - 2 hours Private taxis and buses are available at all these railway stations.

By Air

The nearest Indian Airport to Bhutan is Bagdogra (IXB). Since it is an Army airport, the number of flights in a day are very less and the flights are mostly off schedule. It takes 4 hours to reach Phuentsholing from Bagdogra Airport. Private Taxis and buses are available. 

You can also take a direct flight to Paro Airport. Direct Flights are available from Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkata and Kathmandu etc. Paro is 30 mins drive away from Thimphu.

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Budget

Flight: $1,922

Arrival: August 6, 2017

6.35pm Toronto --> 7.55am Amsterdam

11.40 am Amsterdam --> 11.15pm New Delhi

6.50am New Delhi --> 8.50am Kathmandu (August 7th)

Departure: August 20, 2017

4.30pm Kathmandu --> 6.00pm New Delhi

2.35am New Delhi --> 8.00am Amsterdam

11.25am Amsterdam --> 1.45pm Toronto (August 21st)

Accommodation: $660 for two people 

Gagan’s Cottage with a View of the Valley 

This is a private cottage, with an amazing view of the city, as it is a little North from the main city of Kathmandu. Precisely located just below Shivapuri National Park and is a 2-minute walk from a small temple (Chandeswori Temple). It is also a 5-minute walk from the main city. We will be given the basic necessities, such as a kitchen, bathroom, and laundry. Although there is no Wi-Fi included in this house, I want to be separated from the world, and focus on my journey in Nepal. When travelling across the world, to another country, a basic level of comfort and security is very important to me. However, as I mentioned before, I want to experience my stay in Nepal from the perspective of the locals. I do not want a fancy place to stay with a bunch of luxuries. I want a place that provides the sense that I am able to participate in the traditions of the locals of Nepal.

Transportation + Attractions: $1,500

There are taxis available in the city, which is a 5-minute walk from the cottage, but we will be using public transportation. By taking public transit, we will be able to get to know the city and familiarize ourselves with the routes like the locals. The fares are much cheaper than transportation in Toronto, so $200 should suffice ($1 Can à 50 Rupees). $100 allocated to taxi fees in case of emergencies. And $1200 for attractions or activities that we may be interested in participating in. 

Meals: $720 (~60 per day)

Most of the meals that we eat, will be cooked, because we don’t want to be frivolously spending money on restaurant food and street food. In addition, I love to cook new food, and learn new recipes, so while in Kathmandu, might as well learn new recipes that locals may show us. But of course, we will want to experience the street food and restaurants occasionally, to taste the different styles of cooking and meals that Nepal has to offer. 

Grand Total: $4,872 

Most of the costs are over-estimates, so that I will have money left over in case of emergencies. We are travelling to another country across the world by ourselves, so money leftover is never a bad thing. The money to budget this journey is coming from a part time job, and my parents only if my part time job payment does not meet the required budget.

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The Return to Asia: Singapore Stories, Big India & A Nepali Christmas

Embarking on my first trip outside of Australia since arriving on the island-continent in February 2016 was something I'd looked forward to and planned for months while farming in South Australia (scroll down to previous blog for more info). A voyage into the unknown Indian subcontinent was an exciting and unexpected opportunity to see places I'd wanted to visit for a long time. On the one hand, it seemed a little absurd to be travelling 10,000km away (more than halfway home in fact) when I could easily see great places closer to Oz. But on the other hand, my ex-colleagues and friends from Loja, Rene and Soledad, were doing a tour of Southeast & South Asia, and the most interesting part of their trip took them through India and Nepal. So why not? I'd saved enough money and hadn't seen them for ages, so 6 flights over 17 days were soon booked and I was ready for the adventures with the Ecuadorians to begin!

I drove down to Adelaide with Renmark chums, Sam, Eisen & Yumena, for a rather formal - but nonetheless interesting - tour of the Cooper's Brewery: I was impressed that the current owners of South Australia's most famous beer are the descendants of the original 19th century brewer, Thomas Cooper (also a Yorkshireman!) I finally fled South Australia by night-flight to Sydney and spent a few days there sorting myself out while staying with Mark in his trendy Rozelle neighbourhood. Though his controlling housemate Vanessa took me for a stranger and demanded I leave when she found me laptopping downstairs one morning!

The first part of the trip was a long-awaited stopover return to Singapore, five years after I was there studying on exchange at the National University of Singapore. That was my first time living abroad and the source of a great many adventures in SG and eight other countries in Southeast Asia in 2011-12 – it's a shame I wasn't writing a blog then: it would have documented the ups and downs of several hapless bumblers traipsing around the region, full of legendary shaggy dog stories concerning daylight (wallet) robberies, Full Moon hospitalisations, back-room blackjack scams, rabid dog chases, giant bee attacks, volcanic dust storms, monkey madness, the ping pong mafiosas, asthmatic scuba and much worse. It was the quintessential Year Abroad and can never be topped. Singapore was the hub of this action, where I lived for 9 months and made many friends who I now consider some of my best pals. It's certainly one of my favourite cities and I was buzzing to be back!

I met up with one of the few Singaporeans I still keep in touch with, JD, who picked me up from the airport. The overwhelming humidity left me feeling suffocated and exhilarated in equal measure, and for the next four days it would be back to the body-punishing air-con-too-cold/outside-too-hot routine. I hung out with JD (who bought me lunch every single day: legend!) and another friend, Caryn, and I was able to experience once again the exquisite rooftop bars and incredible food. Seriously, I'd missed the hawkers! And I rarely give such high priority to food during a travelling experience: Singapore is a special case because it has it all. There's no getting bored with their array of cuisines, both local and from around Asia. I spent my time catching up with a couple of people over dinner and checking out a few sights that hadn't been around when I'd last been here (they build things incredibly quickly in SG: mostly because the mainly-Indian/Bangladeshi workers are made to labour relentlessly, part of the darker underbelly of a city that glimmers innocently on the surface). These sites included the Gardens by the Bay complex, which is a set of greenhouse domes, pathways, ponds and canopy walks, cementing Singapore's moniker as the 'Garden City'. I soaked in the views and gazed up at the ostentatiously luxurious Marina Bay Sands Hotel (the one that looks like a giant boat balanced on three towers), recalling the time when Kev, Mark, Scottish Kev and I sneaked up there somehow and chugged numerous tins in a state of embarrassingly British-hooligan rowdiness to disturb the genteel revelry of the upper echelons of international society. Much of the rest of the trip was a nostalgia tour of sites I used to hang out at: Clementi Mall where we'd sink large cheap Tiger beers on week nights till late; 'The Bridge' at Clarke Quay where students, locals, tourists, businessmen and everything in between mixed together in a cacophony of merriment; the utterly fake but still-enjoyable Sentosa Island with its cargo ships and oily sea; and of course, the university itself where I revisited classic food stalls, took the free shuttle bus round the tropical campus and felt like an old soul (I wanted to say to someone “you should have seen how it was in my day...”). It was genuinely emotional to be back here, but also a bit sad without the characters who made the experience what it was.

After a few hours' transit in Kuala Lumpur (the Airport King of Transfers), I glided 4000km north-west to the much cooler climes of Delhi, at the heart of the Indian subcontinent. It was with Malaysian airline, Malindo Air, certainly the best of the airlines I flew on during this trip, though my mind was preoccupied by thoughts of how to find my hostel in Delhi, and whether I would be overwhelmed by pushy taxi drivers upon arrival and give in to the pressures of culture shock when swapping the relative calmness of the developed world for the more haphazard ambience of the developing. In fact, it was a gentle introduction to a city with a metro population of about 22 million as I passed unnoticed in the dark through rows and rows of stationary three-wheeled tuk-tuks (or ‘auto rickshaws’ as they’re supposed to be called in India) and along the brightly lit and incredibly busy Qutab Road in Paharganj district. Something I already knew in theory but which became apparent in reality was the sheer diversity of stuff going on to bombard the senses, especially the eyes. Animals wandered willy-nilly along alleys and main roads: not just dogs and cats, but goats, rats, chicken, pigs and cows (which are of course holy to Hindus so unfortunately nobody shoves them out of the way). Countless ramshackle stalls sold spices, curries, chai tea and a million other exotic fares I had absolutely no comprehension of. People just wandered the street, some sitting around chatting, others lying under a bridge ready for another night on the street. Rickshaws and motorbikes weaved and squeezed in and out of the crowds, beeping their horns constantly as a customary announcement for people to shift their arse: I've never been anywhere with so much beeping; it's unbelievable.

I found my hostel – Zostel on Arakashan Road – without too much trouble, due to good signage. One thing that makes India more accessible than many countries is its use of English as a widespread second-language: most people in the cities speak it to a decent level, and others to a basic level, while road and shop signs are usually in both Hindi (the national language) and English too. It's clearly a positive effect of British involvement for 200 years: first via the East India Company's more stand-offish economic rule, and from 1858-1947 as full-on Empire rule. Though you would certainly have to mention some of the brutal things the British did here as well (e.g. the Amritsar Massacre in 1919; response to the Bengal Famine in 1943). I remember one Indian girl in a university class I did about her country's history ask me: “how does it feel to know what your ancestors have done?” I really didn't know what to say to that.

I only had one full day in Delhi, and made the most of it with a taxi tour to see some of the main sites here and in the British-built Indian capital of New Delhi, in practice a mini-city within the city of Delhi. Here, the traffic was less and the tree-lined boulevards spoke to a distinctly colonial era, adorned with pretty fountains and majestic buildings. One of these was the museum and former home of PM Indira Gandhi, India's first and only female leader (and no relation to Mahatma Gandhi), with a great collection of photos and artifacts on display. Outside was a boardwalk with a piece missing and a placard that stated it was the place where Indira was gunned down by her own guards in 1984, as a victim of the very religious communalism she had tried to fight her whole career. The exact same thing happened in 1991 to her son Rajiv, who was also PM. Three notable Gandhis assassinated in modern Indian history!

We saw the hugely impressive Qutb Minar, a treasure bestowed upon the city by the first Muslim ruler to conquer northern India in the 12th century (Qutab-ud-din Aibak from central Asia). Also there is the millennia-old Iron Pillar of Delhi, which my guide explained has non-rust qualities unfathomable even to modern-day scientists. I took a peek inside the Lotus Temple at dusk, a strangely captivating Baha'ist place of worship, open to all faiths as a site of reflection and peace. The Baha'is believe in respect for nature and the unity of all people under one God, irrespective of religion, race and nationality. It's hugely idealistic but logical and forward-thinking, and from my experience a very tolerant group, numbering some 5 million followers worldwide.

I met up with Ecuador chums Rene and Soledad at last and we spoke in Spanish almost the whole time, as I wanted to practice: it was strange speaking it in India, because I would often distractedly turn to a local and address them in this continentally inaccurate tongue - “disculpe señor, don- oops!” Not that I was very good – I fumbled through subjunctives and reflexive pronouns like a true amateur. ¡Qué bestia! I was also at the wrong end of most of the trip banter, accused of being 'cold and complaining too much,' like a proper Englishman and the antithesis of the passionate Latino personality. And for only saying “hello” in a casual manner when I saw them for the first time, rather than exploding with enthusiasm and darting over to adorn them with plentiful hugs and kisses. So I had to tone down the negative comments for the sake of the group morale: “Wow, isn't this wonderful, I just love the fact that this great big greedy fat pig is rolling around in shit so much, it's amazing!” It was all in good fun though, and sarcasm/complaining is a way of adding spice and good craic sometimes: things are boring if they're always rosy and dandy (I think this is more of a British/Irish thing?)

We travelled by train southwest to Rajasthan state, a name evoking romantic images of a distant desert land where the Maharajas live in fairytale palaces. Our destination was Jaipur, the famed 'Pink City' and state capital. We stayed in the lovely Vinayak Guesthouse with helpful staff and a rooftop restaurant playing Indian melodies to set the mood. In and around town, there was plenty to see, including the vast sandstone/marble Amber Fort where the local Maharajas ruled before Jaipur itself was founded in the 18th century by Jai Singh II. The dastardly monkeys were also a factor here, scaring us when they tried to grab our stuff! The Hawa Mahal is another strange archictectural marvel in the centre of town: an eye-catching facade built simply so the women of the court could watch events through secret windows unseen by the men of society. 

Jaipur is a major market haven, and the stalls selling clothes at very cheap prices abounded on every street and alley. Rene certainly got his money's worth, bartering frantically with one old guy for about 20 minutes to get a dozen scarves while the whole street came to watch! I particularly enjoyed the salesmen chat given in one shop: “do you exercise? You look like a Maharaja with that beard. You're a good size, not too tall.” All my insecurities put to bed in one very charm-ridden compliment session when perusing the shop, though unfortunately this was a much pricier one and smooth talking wasn't enough. In a more modest stall, I bought a single Indian-looking shirt, and the seller insisted on showing me a picture he said he'd had taken with 'Wolverine' in his other shop; I went with him and there was indeed a picture of Hugh Jackman... looking stressed and trying to escape the public attention, surrounded by bodyguards (I bet he wished he really did have claws)!

I'd had a great deal of trouble trying to book trains around India: simply signing up for the IRCTC website is a mission in itself involving mind-bogglingly complicated levels of email codes, proof of identity and fake Indian mobile numbers, and had had to book two of the three train journeys with a travel agent for an extra charge (feeling exasperated after weeks of trying online). For the one from Jaipur to Agra, however, I hadn't been able to book, so we ended up in the second-worst class. We were also a bit nervous because we'd been told by an Aussie couple in the guesthouse that their train had been delayed... by 17 hours! Our train was thankfully on time, but seeing hordes of people pile into the carriages nearby was a dread-inducing sight, and I imagined we'd probably end up having to stand in the toilet for 4 hours. Actually, we found seats and had a fun experience with the locals, drinking plenty of sweet chai tea (for 10 rupees each – equivalent of 20 cents), which all of us came to love. There was even space for Niña Soledad's enormous suitcase too!

So the third and final point on the Golden Triangle was Agra, another Mughal-built city. But whereas Delhi and Jaipur's interesting monuments and atmosphere went a long way to overcome the cumbersome cluster-fuckery of street life, Agra was a total shit-hole redeemed only by the Taj Mahal (which is a pretty decent redeeming feature to have in your city to be fair). We actually stayed at the place Karl Pilkington stayed at on An Idiot Abroad (he storms out because of the smell and the 'ensuite shed'), but they'd clearly improved it since then. We saw this amazing Wonder of the World from across the Yamuna River at sunset, before arriving at the South Gate at 5am the next day. We queued with our new friends from the hostel for over an hour waiting for them to open the bloody gates, and pretty much missed the sunrise, shivering in the early morning fog, hungry and tired. The bucket-loads of tourists almost ruined it for me: the ridiculous rituals of needing to have every possible picture of every possible pose with every possible family member left me seething: I wanted to slap them repeatedly across the face and run off with their camera. See with your eyes, not with your lenses! Not that my friends were much better to be honest... I never used to be this intolerant of tourist habits: I think it was the tiredness and me getting older and more cynical, plus I'm being a bit of a hypocrite because I took some pics too. Anyway, after the photos were all taken and ready to become people's next Facebook Profile Picture, we spent hours exploring the Taj itself and admire its pure white marmoreal exterior and impressively detailed austere interior (it is a tomb after all, built by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan for his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, in the 17th century). A classic Indian site, and a worldwide icon deserving of its revered status.

Next stop was Nepal, the 'Roof of the World' and a wonderful travel destination as it turned out. Flying in with the snow-capped Himalayan skyline to the north was an awe-inspiring site. We spent a few days in bustling capital Kathmandu and nearby historic city of Bhaktapur (richly decorated UNESCO World Heritage Site and former capital of the region), and two days in chilled second-city Pokhara to the west. I found Nepal to be much more relaxing and less pressured than India: locals didn't seem to stare as much; they didn't push you to buy things; less bartering; there was much less traffic too. A hike we did along a ridge above Pokhara at sunrise was the main highlight for me: the sun revealing the mighty peaks of Machapuchare (6997m), Annapurna I (8091m) and Dhaulagiri (8167m), some of the world’s tallest mountains. We walked about 10km between the villages of Sarangkot and Naudanda, past quiet farmsteads and small sloping allotments, taking in the ridiculous views both above and below us. It would have been cool to do a proper Himalayan trek, but due to money, time and (above all) general fitness, it wasn't possible this time around.

It was pretty bizarre being in Nepal for Christmas, but the locals celebrated with New Year-style parties and the cool temperature and tasty roast turkey dinner helped make it feel a bit more Christmassy! I was in great company but still felt a longing to be in Durham with my family, only able to speak with them over a WhatsApp call for about 5 minutes because of the dodgy connection. Rene and Sole left for Burma, and I spent the evening of Christmas Day in a hippie hostel called Fireflies. It wouldn't be somewhere I'd normally choose, but I felt a need to connect with people seeing as it was Christmas Day. I bumped into Georgia, the California girl I'd met at Delhi Airport when we were both late for our flight, and met a lot of other friendly international people for another meal, good conversation and some beers. On my last day in Nepal, I ventured to the hilltop Monkey Temple (Swayambhunath), an ancient and holy Buddhist site centred around a golden stupa with the eyes of Buddha gazing down at you from each side. As with a lot of structures in Kathmandu and elsewhere, it was severely damaged by the 2015 earthquake: the city is still punctuated by piles of rubble and wooden beams propping up historic buildings. But the Nepalese people have made tremendous efforts of rebuilding and maintaining their incredible architectural treasures.

My last stop was almost 24 hours in Kuala Lumpur, again in transit. I spent the fourth night of my life at this airport (mad considering I've never lived here), curled up on some carpet somewhere, too tired to care and using my trusted Osprey bag as a pillow. Then I went to explore the malls of KL (and saw the new Star Wars, which was bloody fantastic), and took the opportunity to nip to Putrajaya, located between KL proper and the airport. Putrajaya is its own Federal Territory (like KL), was only built in 1995 and contains most of the government offices, despite KL still being the Malaysian capital. I told the taxi driver to take me “somewhere good” because I didn't have a clue about the layout of the city or what it contained; laying this responsibility of my entertainment upon a stranger was almost too much for the poor man, but he dropped me off in the sweaty heat at Putra Square beside the PM's house and the pretty pink Putra Mosque, overlooking Putra Lake (they're not very inventive with the names of stuff here!) It was a pleasant day's excursion but I was ready for a long uncomfortable Air Asia flight back to Sydney to celebrate New Year and continue my life in Australia. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I'd missed my new 'home' country. But it had been one hell of a trip.

Thanks for reading, I’ll post soon about the new life in Sydney (sticking to Australia next time),

Oliver

(see below for photos!)

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What are the itineraries for the Kathmandu Pokhara tour?

A Kathmandu-Pokhara tour is a popular itinerary among travelers visiting Nepal. This tour combines the cultural and historical highlights of Kathmandu Valley with the natural beauty of Pokhara. Here are two suggested itineraries for a Kathmandu-Pokhara tour:

Option 1: 7-Day Kathmandu-Pokhara Tour

Day 1: Arrival in Kathmandu

Arrive in Kathmandu, settle into your accommodation, and rest.

Explore the vibrant streets of Thamel, a popular tourist hub known for its shops, restaurants, and lively atmosphere.

Day 2: Kathmandu Sightseeing

Visit Kathmandu Durbar Square, Swayambhunath Stupa (Monkey Temple), and Pashupatinath Temple.

Explore the traditional streets of Asan Bazaar and Indra Chowk.

Day 3: Patan and Bhaktapur Excursion

Take a day trip to Patan and visit Patan Durbar Square, Krishna Mandir, and the Patan Museum.

Continue to Bhaktapur and explore Bhaktapur Durbar Square, Nyatapola Temple, and the Palace of 55 Windows.

Day 4: Drive to Pokhara

Travel from Kathmandu to Pokhara by road (approximately 6–7 hours).

Enjoy the scenic drive through countryside landscapes and riverside views.

Arrive in Pokhara, check into your hotel, and relax by the lakeside area.

Day 5: Pokhara Sightseeing

Start your day with a sunrise visit to Sarangkot, a popular viewpoint offering panoramic views of the Annapurna and Dhaulagiri mountain ranges.

Visit Bindabasini Temple, Davis Falls, Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave, and the International Mountain Museum.

Enjoy a peaceful boat ride on Phewa Lake and visit the Tal Barahi Temple located on an island.

Day 6: Optional Activities in Pokhara

You can choose from various optional activities such as paragliding, zip-lining, or a visit to the World Peace Pagoda for stunning mountain views.

Explore the local markets, try Nepali cuisine, or relax by the lakeside.

Day 7: Return to Kathmandu and Departure

Drive back to Kathmandu or take a short domestic flight.

If time permits, visit the ancient city of Bhaktapur once again for some last-minute exploration.

Depart from Kathmandu with unforgettable memories of your Kathmandu-Pokhara tour.

Option 2: 10-Day Kathmandu-Pokhara Tour with Trekking

This option includes a short trek in the Annapurna region, offering a closer experience of the Himalayan mountains.

Days 1–5: Follow the same itinerary as mentioned in Option 1.

Day 6: Drive to Nayapul and Trek to Tikhedhunga

Drive from Pokhara to Nayapul (around 1.5 hours) and start your trek to Tikhedhunga.

Trek through terraced fields, villages, and forests, enjoying the mountain views along the way.

Overnight stay in Tikhedhunga.

Day 7: Trek to Ghorepani

Continue your trek from Tikhedhunga to Ghorepani, ascending steep stone steps known as Ulleri.

Reach Ghorepani, a beautiful village located at the foothills of Poon Hill.

Overnight stay in Ghorepani.

Day 8: Sunrise at Poon Hill and Trek to Tadapani

Early morning hike to Poon Hill for a breathtaking sunrise view

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