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2003-08-31
- Nanital - Banbassa
(Day 138)
The weather has cleared
up a little and I am off to the border of Banbassa. The ride out of the
hills and back onto the plains is nice but the weather gangs up on me
again and drenches me on the way onto the plains. It is a heard shower
and I am soaked again though it is ceasing to matter to me and I drive
on through the rains. By this time, I have learned my lesson and everything
except my clothes I have wrapped in plastic so I can relax about the rain.
Getting down onto the plains it becomes clear and quick riding. The afternoon
passes quickly as the clouds clear and I am sad to reach Banbassa in the
middle of the afternoon when the riding had just become comfortable.
Banbassa is a horrible truck-stop town and I was only able to find a single
hotel, which equals any of the lowest classes I have been in yet. Bare
concrete floors, cardboard for windows on one wall and broken glass and
no screen on another. The mattress is a 1/4 inch thick on boards and the
bathroom is the Asian squat toilet and a bucket. Fortunately it is priced
accordingly at US$ 3.00 but being right in front of the bus station, I
have Tata horns every minute or so late into the night.
This is one of those occasions I am glad that I have the MP3 player and
a selection of audio books. Spreading my clothes out on the railing outside
and propping my feet up on the railing with a Coke, not being able to
hear the mess in front of the hotel turned the place in to something relatively
hospitable.
Dinner however could not be avoided and as much as I tried, the only selection
was the "rice/dal" (dal is a kind of puréed corn sauce for the
rice) mainstay which has come to turn my stomach at even the mention of
the words. It has also come to epitomize the Indian plains to me and I
am very ready to be out of India at this point when everything seems as
bland and tasteless as rice/dal. I decide I can go hungry for this one
night, as I just do not want any more dal and no more India and just munch
on a cucumber for dinner.

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