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Ugh, what a day! its my last day here, so it would figure that it greets me with a blast of cold rain! I woke up last night, shivering under the covers as the torrential rain pounded on my little rooftop hut. After a ton of mental motivation I peeled myself from under the covers to head to the bathroom. Of course, the electrical is off. The rain was so hard, it took me some time to fall back asleep. When I got up, it was still there. Actually, it held me captive in my little room until 1pm that afternoon when I was forced to leave due to my checkout time. I had to b-line it across the roof top and bang on the window to have the hoteliers let me in. within moments, I was soaked. I stored by bags at the hotel, and ventured out into the bizzardish weather to find lunch.
Lunch took a good 3 hours of my day. I kept sloooowly ordering food so that I could justify my stay. I didn’t want to leave the warmth of the cafe as I had nothing but my lululemons and a wool blanket to keep me warm (which were now starting to dry off). So I ate until I thought I would explode and my butt started to go numb. When I started hearing the third rerun of a Tibetan version of Kenny Roger’s The Gambler, which sounded more like Alvin and the Chipmunks on drugs, I knew it was time to go.
I forged outside again and headed over to pay my travel agent a visit. I had just read a news story about 18 people being killed when a private tour bus in Calcutta had lost control of its brakes trying to pass another bus, and took off down a cliff. Comforting read before my own bus trip later today. Given the weather conditions, I wanted to ensure the trip was still a go. He assured me it was.
So I have another 2 hours to kill before my bus trip from hell begins. Have I mentioned the conditions of this bus? Its a tall bus, with seats below, and sleeper bunks above. Given the timing of the trip, 6pm to 6am, I opted for the sleeper even though its only 4.5 feet long by 4 ft wide (I insisted on seeing the vehicle before I signed up). Now this might seem like squishy confines, especially for a gal of 5’10 in height, but the shocking discovery was that these bus beds are considered “doubles”, and intended for two people to share!! So, I as a single traveler, would get paired up with a complete stranger to cuddle up in a little moving cell for 12 hours. I don’t think so. My travel guy assured me that he would only sell the other side of my minuscule bed to another female traveller, but this really didn’t ease my discomfort about spooning with strangers, so I bought both sides of the bed. Problem solved right? No so much. After buying the ticket, a fellow traveler told me that her last experience on one of these buses included peeing in a water bottle as the bus driver refused to stop the bus. She said it was either that, or sticking her bum out the window and peeing freestyle into the moving night. Clearly, you can imagine my impending nerves about the trip to Delhi!
Anyway, its only 12 hours of my life, and about another 12 hours after that, I’ll be kickin back on the beach in Goa, in hopefully better conditions. I haven’t showered in two days due to the hot water heater in my room being on its own schedule. It warms water randomly, and you pretty much have to be ready for it when it has the inspiration to work. I was happy to take cold showers in Rishikesh as you could literally fry an egg on a cow’s back it was so hot, but here its certainly not the case.
So I’m off to warmer climates! Before I hit the Internet cafe, I splurged on an umbrella, however, I believe I actually see the sun fighting its way out of the perpetual clouds!