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| Tea picker, Ilam |
We left Bharatpur by bus to continue our travel along the West/East Highway, stopping just for one night on the main road at Bardibas. There is not much to do here but we like to break our journey after four or five hours on a local bus. That really is long enough for one day. We did manage to replenish our medicine cabinet and find a fabulous cafe for a long cool glass of iced coffee. Job done!
Next stop off was Itahari. A slightly longer stay here as it seemed like and interesting place.
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| We found the city curiously cosmopolitan |
We found the local Hindu temple, Krishna Pranami Mandir, where we were welcomed with such open arms that it was insisted that we partake of a dahl baat. The temple itself is very beautiful and we were happy to sit inside for a while to soak up the atmosphere.
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| Jackfruit instead of meat. It was really good. |
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| This guy was so happy to host us. |
Back on the road, we made our way to Charali where we got off the bus to head inland to Ilam. But not before we had enjoyed a dud chia at a local stall.
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| Tea Garden in the low lands |
We then wandered up the road toward Ilam and found the place to get guided onto a van for the journey up the mountain. The views were spectacular.
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| Tea at altitude |
Halfway up the mountain we stopped for half and hour to recharge our electric vehicle.
At some random village we got unloaded from our van and transfered to a jeep. This was a good move as the road got worse the higher we got.
Poor James was squashed into the back seat with three other people. Clare was happily languishing in the front passenger seat with a lovely young woman nursing here sleeping brother.
Soon enough we arrived at our homestay for the next five days.
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| The Tea Garden across the road |
Wandering around the hillside village we were rather taken by the interesting and unique building style.
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| The marriage of tin and wood |
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| New build |
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We noticed that most houses were adorned by
lots of pretty flower pots |
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| Home security at its finest |
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| Kiwi ingenuity right there |
We went for a big walk up hill to a tower lookout point.
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| Misty view |
We sat and watched the workers in a tea garden.
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The supervisor is the only one in the shade of
an umbrella |
This host of our homestay was so delighted to have us that we got invited to a meeting with the mayor to discuss tourism in the area. We made the point that access to Ilam is quite difficult for the average Western tourist (which we are not!) and this is certainly not an easy fix. It is quite an intrepid journey with not much information on the Internet about it. We also learnt from the booklet that we were given that there are red pandas in this area of Nepal. Although one must travel someway north into the forest to hope to see one.
We were also presented with the opportunity to try the local alcoholic beverage, Tongba. This is actually fermented millet, steeped in hot water and served in a pretty pot.
We found it unexpectedly pleasant.
We hired a jeep to take us to the nearby tourist attraction that is Lake Maipokhari.
We had a lovely young man as a guide, we didn't need him and aren't even sure how we got him, but he was good company so we didn't really mind.
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| We got given some puffed rice to feed the fish |
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| Feeding the fish |
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| Plant nursery on site |
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Haha, think this refers to kiwifruit although
we didn't find any |
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| The manmade lake next door |
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| The damn wall |
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| On the road home |
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| A house in the mountains |
We had been intending to go cross country straight from Ilam to Darjeeling across Pashupatinagar Border but we found out that this border is closed to non-domestic tourists as there is no immigration post here. It was a bit disappointing to learn that we would have to back-track all the way back down the mountain to Charali and make our way to the Indian Border from there.
When it came time to leave, our homestay owner called us a jeep and, having learned from previous experience, we booked three seats for the two of us so we wouldn't get so squashed in. This didn't stop our driver squeezing three passengers and himself into the front seats, so much so that he was nearly hanging out his open window.
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| A farewell scarf and tika from our host |
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| Farewell to the tea fields for now. |
So, down the mountain we trotted, back to Charali and straight to the tea stall. We then took a tuktuk to the border at Kakarvitta. We signed out of Nepal, gave our Sim card to a brit who was signing in and trotted off to India after three months in Nepal. That's a wrap!
