After spending my last days in Nepal sick with the flu (but managing to still stuff myself on some pretty great Korean food) it was another long bus ride from Pokhara to the Indian border. We were heading towards Varanasi, so this time the border was at Sunauli.

If there was ever any doubt before, this trip confirmed that I loathe traveling by bus in Nepal. This time, instead of going to the local bus stand, we decided to book a ‘tourist’ bus like all of the other rich foreigners. Unfortunately, this seems to be another scam! The only difference between ‘tourist’ buses and regular buses is:

* tourist bus tickets cost more
* the tourist bus leaves from a ‘tourist bus stand’ which is actually just a dirt parking lot full of touts selling overpriced snacks
* the tourist bus loads up with tourists who paid overpriced tickets before going to the regular bus stand to cram the bus full of locals

Other than this, I couldn’t see any difference.

Arriving back in India was interesting. If I thought the eastern border with Nepal with lax, the southern border took the cake. On the Indian side it consisted of a painted sign saying “INDIAN IMMIGRATION” in front of a wooden table; the table was housed by a tarp and shared space with a snack shop. “Immigration” was one guy with a big ledger.

We caught a bus to the junction town of Gorakaphur, which I couldn’t wait to leave. It was crowded, dirty, noisy, with almost nothing of interest (to me at least). We got up early the next morning and caught a train to Varanasi.