Ella’s Journal Entry, March 14, 2017:
“Currently I am freezing in Nepal. Today was pretty crazy. Not pleasantly interesting, but unnecessarily eventful. We first woke up at the crack of dawn to catch the 5 hour tourist bus to Dumre. That wasn’t so bad. There were plenty of stops made to squat toilets along the way, so we weren’t suffering. The bus actually went all the way to Pokhara, but we had to get off in Dumre. As soon as we stepped out of the bus, we were immediately swarmed by people asking us where we were going. Including, but not limited to, a scary man with a big stick and a creepy teenager who didn’t speak but only motioned. One guess whose bus we got on … exactly. We were instructed to take the tourist bus, but at that point we were on a local bus. Dozens of people were crammed inside, we kept a watchful eye out the window hoping they tied our bags to the roof well. Everyone spits a lot here, it’s incredibly gross. A lady spit half on my shoe, half on the floor. Talk about annoyed, don’t go spitting on my feet. The ride was so bumpy one little kid felt sick. He asked for plastic, and he didn’t end up puking until right as I walked by. Finally we were in Besisahar, but we weren’t done. We had to find a jeep. Unfortunately, we got off at the wrong stop and had to walk for a while to find the jeeps. We followed a random taxi driver, who told us there was snow in Tal where we were headed (smart no?) He lied. Tal was completely snow-free. We were persistently asked by the Annapurna Jeep Mafia Company where we wanted to go. We originally planned to go to Tal, but we ended up crammed into a jeep to Syange.
When I say crammed, I mean absolutely squished. For two hours we couldn’t even bend our knees in front of us, we had to put them to the side. I can’t explain it, but it was uncomfortable. We were accompanied by six Israelis and a Nepalese driver with interesting dreads.
Most uncomfortable two hours of my life. Of course, Walden got sick and threw up on the side of the road an hour in.
I am now in the Blue Sky Guest House and Restaurant. The lady who runs it is our jeep driver’s sister. Small world huh. We’re all sick feeling from the day of travel. Here’s a tip: just walk, cause the jeep ride is the worst thing ever. That’s all I have to say about that.