From India to Nepal – Part 3

From India to Nepal – Part 3

From India to Nepal – Part 3

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I remember the next stop… I exited the bus in front of a restaurant with outdoor and indoor seating. DN stood near the bus and kept an eye on me, as I followed a few other women to the side of the building, where we waited in line for the bathroom. The older woman of the group of three, kept staring at me. I amused myself trying to imagine what she could be thinking.

When my turn came, the older woman watched me enter the bathroom and close the door. Yep – Indian style toilet. Not my first rodeo. 😉 The bathroom was less clean, the floor was cement, and had a strong odor. I cringed at the lack of hand soap in the bathroom, exited the bathroom and doused my hands with hand sanitizer. The crowd of three women were gone, and I met eyes with DN, who was watching and waiting up ahead.

He helped me onto the bus, brought me a plate of chow mein, and went back inside to finish his dinner. I swore off all chai, although he offered. I didn’t want to bring on a bathroom crisis in the middle of a road trip. I took some ibuprofen to combat the heachache I got from (probably) not drinking enough water. When I finished eating, I watched a cow who had wandered into the street just in front of our bus. DN came to collect the plate, and our bus was on its way shortly after that.

cow-at-truck-stop

At the next rest stop, it was late in the night. I remember sitting down at a restaurant table and feeling cold. The boy bringing our food was unable to speak, but had a really intriguing way of communicating with everyone. He relied on body language, and gave a vocal hum of sorts, to get someone’s attention. I was sleepy, but I wondered about his story… Was he successful in his life?

DN placed our order, but when it arrived, the food was nearly tasteless. Nothing was seasoned or salted. I ate the rice, and for some reason, I really enjoyed the spinach – but that was it. When we finished eating, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom. While waiting in line, a beautiful woman began talking to me. I could see that she was married, and had a son who seemed about 11 years old.

“Is this your first trip to Nepal?” She asked.
“Yes, it is. I’m very excited.” I replied, a bit shy.
“What is your good name?” She asked, smiling.
“My name is Crystal,” I replied, “And you?”

She gave me her name and asked me how long I had been in India. The conversation was short, before it was my turn to use the bathroom.
When I left the bathroom, I found DN, who was waiting by the bus, near the glowing embers of a former campfire. He took a few swigs of water as we waited quietly for everyone to get on the bus. I watched a street dog being chased away from restaurant area, and his sidekick, who was almost successful in getting into the kitchen area. I took a deep breath and listened to my surroundings for awhile.

When the bus driver climbed back on the bus, we followed and I closed my eyes shortly after.

To be continued

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