"YAY i can put my pillow on my willow"

Our first bus journey with our Nimbooz !

Eurgh woke up at 5.29 in the morning. If thats not bad enough it was to a man hacking up flem, im not sure if he was being sick as well, but it was very loud and not what I wanted to hear at any time of day. By 6.28 we were on the bus to Dumre, not in the seats we had been given but right at the back (the bus driver decided he wanted us to be there.) We were aware that sitting at the back was the worst place to sit on the bus, but couldn't be bothered to make a fuss.(For those who dont no before me and giselle left we bought a small pillow each, the cheapest and best size ones we could find were ones for the bath, so they had sucky things on them.) I was sat next to the window, "YAY, i can put my pillow on my willow!" In all the excitment my speach temporarily went.

The bus was suprisingly good despite only having one travel sickness band between us. We arived in Dumre and got rushed of the bus. As soon as we were off everyone ran up to us "bus to Pokhara?", "bus to Kathmandu?" We were already rather flusted so just shouted 'NO!' at everyone. Dumre seems to just be one street with alot of buses. We walked down the street and booked our selves into the first guest house we found (we learnt our lesson here, always take your time. Even if everyone is harassing you).

Our Dumre room doesn't look half as bad in this photo!

Admitedly when we woke up after a sleep the room didn't look as bad as we remembered it, but this is how I remember it when I first arrived. A big room with a  bathroom that was bright pink with dirty walls and a nice stream of ants crawling up it. The windows didnt have mosquito nets across them but were covered in spider webs.The bathroom was had lots of hair in it and some old flip flops at the entrance. We both wanted to get away asap so we went for a walk. After we started we sort of wished we hadnt booked a place to stay in Dumre and had just walked straight up to Bandipur. It was aprox 30 degrees celsius and we hadn't prepared  for such a long walk. I think we got atleast half way to Bandipur but didn't think we could get there and back in daylight. We were very hot and hadnt had a proper breakfast that morning. I'd recomend for people not to bother staying in Dumre and go straight up to Bandipur. On the way up all the children were very friendly and all ran out to say hello :) The most memorable thing was the view, it was amasing, ive got some photos but none of them do it justice. Once we had got back down we went to a road side cafe. These people were most definatly not used to tourists. It was two young men. At first they looked excited then they just looked terrified. The food was good and service was friendly but they couldnt speak very much english and did stand over us while we were eating (a little awkward) I think they were just as confused as we were. A massive giant flying bug also flew past us a few times which I thought definitely looked like it could kill us if we got in its way (it looked like something from evolution of the new king kong film). I did try and do an impression to the man to find out what it was but I just got "mm yes fly".

Giselle looking wonderful on our Bandipur walk :)

The photos don't do it any justice.

Mountains every where.

I decided that evening so far this trip has taught me that I'm actually a big wimp and was happy to admit I wanted to be back in a city with lots of tourists or home. I also decided that mine and Giselle's imagination is far far to big. We got back and went into our rooms after paying for the night which was hard enough. We bug sprayed the room and put up our mosquito nets, watched a bit of telly (we were lucky enough to have a TV in this room), then decided we would go to bed early and get the first bus we could to Pokhara which we hoped would be alot nicer than this. We were just getting to sleep when it sounded like a massive group of locals had moved into the room next door. They were banging around and shouting. To say me and Giselle were pooing our selves would be an understatment. This went on for along time. I was also getting rather stressed as my mosquito net kept on falling down on me. I'm going to admit I felt a little bit like crying. The locals were still at it shouting and well sounding scary (if only I understood Hindi), it didn't help that we hadn't  seen any tourists in the area, I think they had all gone up to Bandipur or Pokhara. We couldnt sleep so tried to put the TV on, it ddnt work. The locals then started clapping and singing, "Jeez what are they doing ? is it some kind of ritual !?" They stop and Giselle decided to face her fears and go down stairs and try and buy some water. (thanks for that I would of just stayed scared in the room.) Turns out everything was fine they even asked if we had eaten. I think they were having a birthday party of something. All thoughts of them coming to try and sell us or kill us or who knows what gone we went and actually had an alright sleep :)