Cambodia began easily enough, as soon as we got off the bus in Phnom Penh we were surrounded by tuk-tuks drivers wanting to whisk us away to a hotel. Being the trusting fellas we are we got in the first one to approach us and we were on our way. Having settled in we discovered the locals are all good humoured and the friendliest we have came across since India. Phnom Penh was a funny old city considering it's the capital, really quiet and vast open roads. Whilst here we saw the Killings Fields of Choeung Ek, where the Khmer Rouge took victims for the slaughter. I won't go into detail on here, but the history of Cambodia is horrific. Pol Pot made Hitler look like an alright chap. Before doing this we went to a firing range, we began by sitting down and we were handed menus. We were glad as we were a bit peckish, but the main courses consisted of machine guns, and for dessert were various rocket launchers. We ordered a few rounds on an M16 and AK-47, though chose to shoot coconuts rather than cows or chickens. The last day in Phnom Penh we watched a kick boxing match which was rather entertaining.
Next stop was Sihanoukville, where we managed to spend ten days beach bumming and partying. On our last day here we decided to go to one of the many islands, where we chilled out and had the whole place to ourselves, with the exception of a few stray dogs, Scrap being our favourite, and our least favourite we named Ratdog. On our way back from the Island we were caught in a storm, being scared of deep water i wasn't looking forward to the trip anyway, but the six-hour trip was my worse experience of the trip. Our little boat was tossed around all over the place. We spent another night in Sihanoukville for a Hallowe'en party before moving on to Koh Kong.
Koh Kong was a pretty dead town so we didn't stay for long. Whilst there though we visited the Tatai Waterfalls which were just lovely.
Lastly we stopped at Siem Reap, a base for seeing the Temples of Angkor Wat. It took us until our last day here to visit the Temples, which were incredible. As nice as they were though, we weren't quite sure how people spend a week exploring them without getting bored. Siem Reap turned out to a bit of a boom town, not what we expected of it at all. So we spent a few fun days here before getting the bus out of Cambodia into Laos.
Our time here ended with a bit of a twist. The morning we got up to leave, Tino decided against coming as he wanted to accompany a young lady he met to Bangkok. We had a go trying to get him to change his mind, but he had none of it. We said we'd get in touch once we arrive in Laos. Good luck Tinny!
Cambodia: my favourite place we have been to so far, a sentiment shared by most of us. The people were really nice and the country is beautiful, a place I would certainly go back to to further explore.
Thursday 11 November 2010
17.09.10 - 10.10.10
We travelled to Vietnam by train and arrived in the capital, Hanoi, in the early hours of the morning. We were all a bit confused to why it was so quiet and taxis were so expensive before we cottoned on that we were pretty far out from the city centre. After much waiting around we made our way to a busy backpacker hostel, spending just one night before making a trip to Ha Long Bay. There wasn't a lot to see in Hanoi which really appealed to us.
Ha Long Bay turned out to be great fun. We began by taking a small boat out to a pirate ship, which was to be our place of residence for the night. Everyone had lots of fun diving and flipping into the water from the top deck (i just pencil-jumped) before we got into canoes and paddled to a cave in one of the many karst peaks. I was partnered with a retarded Ukrainian girl who had the cheek to keep telling me i wasn't working hard enough, i may have stopped for a few beer breaks but i was definitely doing all the work! The caves were fun, we had to duck down pretty low at some points, particularly hard for Jay who is 6'6" tall. At the end of the cave we emerged at a beautiful enclosed lake where we had a mud fight. Once back at the pirate ship we had a mass game of Ring of Fire which our tour guides' sole aim was to get us very drunk and very naked. Probably would have been more fun if there wasn't four fellas to every female, but a good game none the less.
Our next destination was Hoi An, where we stayed a few days to celebrate James' 21st birthday. James seemed to have a nice day, the hotel even supplied him with a cake... which Neal smashed his head into. The next five nights there we carried on celebrating and hardly left the hotel (it had a pool and free cocktails!), apart from to go on a fishing trip and for a couple of nights out. Hoi An seemed a nice town though.
Nha Trang was nice next on the agenda, a beach town where we managed to get our first sun tans for what seemed like months. We had good intentions to have a bit of a detox, but Nha Trang turned out to be the party town of Vietnam so that one kind of went to shit. The organised bar crawls kept us busy at night, and during the day we would have fun on jet-skis and banana boats and having fun bartering with the many sales people on the beach.
We got our much deserved detox having arrived in Mui Ne. Again, another beach town, but due to poor weather we didn't spend any time on the beach. The highlight was when we hired out motorbikes and ventured to the red and white sand dunes which were pretty impressive. We had plans to spend the day tobogganing, but after one attempt it seemed the dunes were too wet and it wasn't all that fun. On the way home though we noticed a five-a-side tournament going on, so we stopped to check it out. Before we knew it we were handed a kit and we were up against a team of Vietnamese. After going 4-0 down after a matter of minutes we realised our opponents were super fit, and with the crowd jeering us we thought it was going to be an embarrassment. We got it back to 6-6 and played the rest of the game out to penalties as we were completely knackered. It turned out to just be half time and we had another half hour to go! Luckily we pulled out our A game and conquered 16-12. What a game! We got back to our hotel for James to find out they washed all his clothes pink. He was not a happy bunny...
Last stop in Vietnam was the busy city of Saigon. The highlight here was first running into friends from Ha Long Bay and visiting the Cu Chi Tunnels. The tunnels were really interesting, we got a taste of how the Vietnamese army lived during the war and how they kicked the crap out of the yanks. The tunnels spread out miles and we had a chance to crawl hands and knees through them, another struggle for Jay, James too as he's claustrophobic. The rest of our time in Saigon was mainly spent in our room watching DVDs, we got threw about five series of entourage.
Vietnam was really good, perhaps some regrets for not getting off the beaten track, but to be honest we like the beaten track. Everywhere we stopped we had a great time, more than what could be said about China. Next stop is Cambodia!
Ha Long Bay turned out to be great fun. We began by taking a small boat out to a pirate ship, which was to be our place of residence for the night. Everyone had lots of fun diving and flipping into the water from the top deck (i just pencil-jumped) before we got into canoes and paddled to a cave in one of the many karst peaks. I was partnered with a retarded Ukrainian girl who had the cheek to keep telling me i wasn't working hard enough, i may have stopped for a few beer breaks but i was definitely doing all the work! The caves were fun, we had to duck down pretty low at some points, particularly hard for Jay who is 6'6" tall. At the end of the cave we emerged at a beautiful enclosed lake where we had a mud fight. Once back at the pirate ship we had a mass game of Ring of Fire which our tour guides' sole aim was to get us very drunk and very naked. Probably would have been more fun if there wasn't four fellas to every female, but a good game none the less.
Our next destination was Hoi An, where we stayed a few days to celebrate James' 21st birthday. James seemed to have a nice day, the hotel even supplied him with a cake... which Neal smashed his head into. The next five nights there we carried on celebrating and hardly left the hotel (it had a pool and free cocktails!), apart from to go on a fishing trip and for a couple of nights out. Hoi An seemed a nice town though.
Nha Trang was nice next on the agenda, a beach town where we managed to get our first sun tans for what seemed like months. We had good intentions to have a bit of a detox, but Nha Trang turned out to be the party town of Vietnam so that one kind of went to shit. The organised bar crawls kept us busy at night, and during the day we would have fun on jet-skis and banana boats and having fun bartering with the many sales people on the beach.
We got our much deserved detox having arrived in Mui Ne. Again, another beach town, but due to poor weather we didn't spend any time on the beach. The highlight was when we hired out motorbikes and ventured to the red and white sand dunes which were pretty impressive. We had plans to spend the day tobogganing, but after one attempt it seemed the dunes were too wet and it wasn't all that fun. On the way home though we noticed a five-a-side tournament going on, so we stopped to check it out. Before we knew it we were handed a kit and we were up against a team of Vietnamese. After going 4-0 down after a matter of minutes we realised our opponents were super fit, and with the crowd jeering us we thought it was going to be an embarrassment. We got it back to 6-6 and played the rest of the game out to penalties as we were completely knackered. It turned out to just be half time and we had another half hour to go! Luckily we pulled out our A game and conquered 16-12. What a game! We got back to our hotel for James to find out they washed all his clothes pink. He was not a happy bunny...
Last stop in Vietnam was the busy city of Saigon. The highlight here was first running into friends from Ha Long Bay and visiting the Cu Chi Tunnels. The tunnels were really interesting, we got a taste of how the Vietnamese army lived during the war and how they kicked the crap out of the yanks. The tunnels spread out miles and we had a chance to crawl hands and knees through them, another struggle for Jay, James too as he's claustrophobic. The rest of our time in Saigon was mainly spent in our room watching DVDs, we got threw about five series of entourage.
Vietnam was really good, perhaps some regrets for not getting off the beaten track, but to be honest we like the beaten track. Everywhere we stopped we had a great time, more than what could be said about China. Next stop is Cambodia!
Friday 17 September 2010
04.08.10 - 16.09.10
Having arrived in China we quickly discovered that our suspicions were confirmed, Facebook, Blogger and any other social network-style websites are banned by the government. Weird bunch of commies. So forgive me if this post is lacking on details, as it is going to cover our whole six weeks in China.
The first stop was Beijing: really expensive and we all got ill... so we started off pretty badly and were all a bit fed up. Had a couple of good nights out though. Whilst here we saw The Great Wall, which was without a doubt one of the highlights of the trip so far in terms of the sights, also to get up and down we took and roller-coaster cart... great fun. We finished up in Beijing by exploring the markets and eating weird things like scorpions and other creepy crawleys.
Next we ventured to Xi'an for the Terracotta Warriors, but having checked in to a hostel with a lively bar and met some fun people it took eight days before we saw the Warriors (Pete and Tino still decided not to see it), these eight days were a bit of a blur. We planned to leave Xi'an for Chengdu to see pandas but left it for another day as we had hangovers, turns out someone was looking down on us, because the train we had booked had fallen off a bridge which had been hit by a landslide. Hhmm, we decided not to attempt fate and chose to take Chengdu off the list of things to see.
We got a train to Yichang instead with our new best buddies: Jay and Neil from Kent who we will be travelling with now for the best part of Southeast Asia. We got there late at night to the worse city we've seen so far and were scared shitless when our taxi dropped us off at a dark alley to where our hostel was supposed to be. It turned out to be the right place and we checked in. The next day we walked around trying to find where to get a boat to see the Three Gorges River but by the time we found it was getting dark so decided against it.
Next stop was Yangshuo via Guilin. We took a river cruise to travel between the two places which was pretty and looked a lot like Jurassic Park. Luckily no dinosaurs were there. We had booked four nights in Yangshuo but it turned into a twenty day stay. Yangshuo was definitely the highlight of China for us, a beautiful town surrounded by karst peaks with plenty to do which could be compared with Queenstown, or possibly even Magaluf. Unfortunately due to the party scene we did not do a massive amount of activities, but we made good friends with the hostel owners and pretty much took over the place, in particular the rooftop bar. We were also asked to organise a beach party which attracted a good two or three-hundred guests.
We finally left Yangshuo for Vietnam to get to some good weather and cheaper prices. Our six is now seven as we are being accompanied by a crazy Irishman named Neal. China was fun, but we were glad we cut down the three months we had planned there down to six weeks: not everywhere in China was our cup of tea.
The first stop was Beijing: really expensive and we all got ill... so we started off pretty badly and were all a bit fed up. Had a couple of good nights out though. Whilst here we saw The Great Wall, which was without a doubt one of the highlights of the trip so far in terms of the sights, also to get up and down we took and roller-coaster cart... great fun. We finished up in Beijing by exploring the markets and eating weird things like scorpions and other creepy crawleys.
Next we ventured to Xi'an for the Terracotta Warriors, but having checked in to a hostel with a lively bar and met some fun people it took eight days before we saw the Warriors (Pete and Tino still decided not to see it), these eight days were a bit of a blur. We planned to leave Xi'an for Chengdu to see pandas but left it for another day as we had hangovers, turns out someone was looking down on us, because the train we had booked had fallen off a bridge which had been hit by a landslide. Hhmm, we decided not to attempt fate and chose to take Chengdu off the list of things to see.
We got a train to Yichang instead with our new best buddies: Jay and Neil from Kent who we will be travelling with now for the best part of Southeast Asia. We got there late at night to the worse city we've seen so far and were scared shitless when our taxi dropped us off at a dark alley to where our hostel was supposed to be. It turned out to be the right place and we checked in. The next day we walked around trying to find where to get a boat to see the Three Gorges River but by the time we found it was getting dark so decided against it.
Next stop was Yangshuo via Guilin. We took a river cruise to travel between the two places which was pretty and looked a lot like Jurassic Park. Luckily no dinosaurs were there. We had booked four nights in Yangshuo but it turned into a twenty day stay. Yangshuo was definitely the highlight of China for us, a beautiful town surrounded by karst peaks with plenty to do which could be compared with Queenstown, or possibly even Magaluf. Unfortunately due to the party scene we did not do a massive amount of activities, but we made good friends with the hostel owners and pretty much took over the place, in particular the rooftop bar. We were also asked to organise a beach party which attracted a good two or three-hundred guests.
We finally left Yangshuo for Vietnam to get to some good weather and cheaper prices. Our six is now seven as we are being accompanied by a crazy Irishman named Neal. China was fun, but we were glad we cut down the three months we had planned there down to six weeks: not everywhere in China was our cup of tea.
24.07.10 - 03.08.10
Arrived in Varanasi late at night and checked in to what appeared to be a zombie prison, the gaumless staff showed us to our windowless rooms and once we shooed out the cockroaches we settled in. We made our way up to the rooftop bar and sampled the famed 'Bang Lassis'. Having highly underestimated the potentcy of them we realised we could not move our legs and spent a good deal of time up there in our seats and laughing at our surroundings... i needn't elaborate on what the last ingredient was along with yoghurt and bananas.
The next day we went on a sunset tour along the Ganges. Watching the burning ghats where the Hindus cremate their dead was interesting and it was strange to see the locals swimming and drinking the water of a river filled with corpses. We made our way to the other side of the river where the bank was a beach with grey sand where many bones were washed up, we were debating wheather it would be insensitive to pick up the bones just as our guide through a femur at us and went on to ask us if we fancied a of football... with a skull. On the way back down the river there was a religious festival going on which we stopped to watch, after we had enough of the bells and creepy chanting we made our way back to the zombie prison.
Next stop was Agra for the Taj Mehal. The first day there we went and saw it just from the outside. It was quite a beautiful building, but without sounding too ignorant for something which is supposed to one of the seven new wonders of the world it wasn't all that wonderful, I could probably name seven more wonderful things... and cheese sandwich for instance. The next day we had planned to wake up at sunrise to appreciate it in a different light and venture inside, but after having overslept we decided to sack it off, if the outside was this disappointing we were unlikely to be impressed with the inside for a ten quid entrance fee (extortion for India prices).
Last stop in India was back to Delhi again to catch up the Heather and the Kashmir Crew. We spent a couple of days working for their tourist company trying to lure poor unsuspecting tourists, much like us on our first day, into the office to book tours. We all got rather excited at the promise of big wages and nearly extended our flights to begin careers in the tourism industry. After two days of what was supposed to be work we realised the only fun of it was chatting to random strangers and taking them for drinks, which we will doing in different countries for the whole trip, so we stuck to our plans and left for China when originally scheduled.
All in all India was a funny old place, an experience to say the least. The locals were on the whole very friendly people (some a little too friendly), but it took some time to get used to some of their habits, for example the strange head wobble they do which seems to mean yes, no or maybe. Also the fact that nothing runs on time and random power cuts which often occur, particularly annoying when watching football! Cows everywhere was something we adjusted to as well: in the roads, in the rivers, even in some folks houses.
So we had a blast! Got off on a good start to our travels... so let's see what China has to bring us.
The next day we went on a sunset tour along the Ganges. Watching the burning ghats where the Hindus cremate their dead was interesting and it was strange to see the locals swimming and drinking the water of a river filled with corpses. We made our way to the other side of the river where the bank was a beach with grey sand where many bones were washed up, we were debating wheather it would be insensitive to pick up the bones just as our guide through a femur at us and went on to ask us if we fancied a of football... with a skull. On the way back down the river there was a religious festival going on which we stopped to watch, after we had enough of the bells and creepy chanting we made our way back to the zombie prison.
Next stop was Agra for the Taj Mehal. The first day there we went and saw it just from the outside. It was quite a beautiful building, but without sounding too ignorant for something which is supposed to one of the seven new wonders of the world it wasn't all that wonderful, I could probably name seven more wonderful things... and cheese sandwich for instance. The next day we had planned to wake up at sunrise to appreciate it in a different light and venture inside, but after having overslept we decided to sack it off, if the outside was this disappointing we were unlikely to be impressed with the inside for a ten quid entrance fee (extortion for India prices).
Last stop in India was back to Delhi again to catch up the Heather and the Kashmir Crew. We spent a couple of days working for their tourist company trying to lure poor unsuspecting tourists, much like us on our first day, into the office to book tours. We all got rather excited at the promise of big wages and nearly extended our flights to begin careers in the tourism industry. After two days of what was supposed to be work we realised the only fun of it was chatting to random strangers and taking them for drinks, which we will doing in different countries for the whole trip, so we stuck to our plans and left for China when originally scheduled.
All in all India was a funny old place, an experience to say the least. The locals were on the whole very friendly people (some a little too friendly), but it took some time to get used to some of their habits, for example the strange head wobble they do which seems to mean yes, no or maybe. Also the fact that nothing runs on time and random power cuts which often occur, particularly annoying when watching football! Cows everywhere was something we adjusted to as well: in the roads, in the rivers, even in some folks houses.
So we had a blast! Got off on a good start to our travels... so let's see what China has to bring us.
Sunday 25 July 2010
08.07.10 - 23.07.10
It was a complete write-off of two days but we got ourselves down to Kerala without any problems. The train journey wasn't too bad as we were expecting the worse after the Death Bus up to Kashmir... but it was relatively painless in comparison. We arrived first in Varkala where we got straight ourselves straight to the beach. There was a few locals kicking a football about so we couldn't resist but get involved, we got a match organised: India vs. England. We had a plan of playing silking one touch football round them, but typically English having gone a goal down we switched tactics to route one football and lost the game 5-4. In our defence we were outnumbered about twelve players to four. Still, we took the loss pretty badly... it had been a bad month for English football. We then proceeded to swim in the sea which was fun, the waves were absolutely crazy so we couldn't go far out at all without the lifeguards blowing whistles at us. After befriending the lifeguards though we learnt that the reason behind their extreme safety conciousness is that no-one is India can swim (them included). They eventually allowed us to swim but we'd have to get out if any locals started to copy us.
Next in Kerala we ventured up to Kollam where we went on a backwater boat tour through the rivers of the jungle. Due to time and money we just went for a half-day, but it was beautiful and well worth while none the less.
Another monster train journey got us to Goa, there was no sleeper tickets left though so we we're pretty squashed sardine style in the carriage. James and Tino did well to get up on the luggage rack, Pete and I were not so lucky. We decided against going via Hampi as we didn't want to cut ourselves short with our plans back up North, so went straight to Goa. This is my first major regret of the trip as we have heard really good things about Hampi, whilst Goa was out of season so it did nothing but piss down with rain the whole time. Not great weather for a beach resort. We tried to make the best of it though... the highlight probably exploring the countryside on mopeds and making friends with some old English hippies with funny northern accents who had been living there for years.
Next stop is to Varanasi to see the Ganges, looking forward to doing something a bit more cultural!
Next in Kerala we ventured up to Kollam where we went on a backwater boat tour through the rivers of the jungle. Due to time and money we just went for a half-day, but it was beautiful and well worth while none the less.
Another monster train journey got us to Goa, there was no sleeper tickets left though so we we're pretty squashed sardine style in the carriage. James and Tino did well to get up on the luggage rack, Pete and I were not so lucky. We decided against going via Hampi as we didn't want to cut ourselves short with our plans back up North, so went straight to Goa. This is my first major regret of the trip as we have heard really good things about Hampi, whilst Goa was out of season so it did nothing but piss down with rain the whole time. Not great weather for a beach resort. We tried to make the best of it though... the highlight probably exploring the countryside on mopeds and making friends with some old English hippies with funny northern accents who had been living there for years.
Next stop is to Varanasi to see the Ganges, looking forward to doing something a bit more cultural!
Wednesday 7 July 2010
22.06.10 - 07.07.10
After what seemed like a long time we finally left Kashmir. There were further delays due to tensions between Kashmir and the Indian government, the Kashmiris were rioting as the government were pretty much screwing them over (this was the opinion of the locals anyway). It seemed to be a bit of a vicious circle because the army kept shooting people which just caused the locals to carry on rioting, and because the buses are government run we were unable to catch one because they were all cancelled until things calmed down. Finally the day came when things settled down enough for us to get a bus the hell out of there, which was a relief as were we getting rather fed up of the severe lack of alcohol and single women in Kashmir. It appeared we got out just in time, the day after the shit hit the fan when the protesters burnt down the police station and other government buildings. Little scamps.
Things certainly perked up when we arrived in Delhi, we had arranged to stay at Imran's, our new friend's. That night we went out with some of his mates, and being a wealthy bunch they took us to a 5-star hotel. We felt somewhat out of place but it was all built paid for and we felt like right big shots! The nights out continued that week as it seemed like we were making up for the lack of them in Kashmir. Many funny stories came of them, but I have chosen not to share any of them. Some things are best kept in India.
Apart from the nightlife we have been enjoying some of Delhi which we didn't when we first arrived, such as going around the markets and knocking around on rickshaws (tuk-tuks) which one of them foolishly let me drive. Lucky he did not know about my track record.
So next on the agenda is a 48 hour train to Kerala, we had planned to visit the Taj Mehal and Jaipur this week but swapped things round a bit for weather reasons. Baldies arn't so bald anymore but we are still going strong!
Monday 21 June 2010
08.06.10 - 21.06.10
We left the Guesthouse to make way to the mountains for our trek. We stopped at Ash's other house for a night so we could set off early the next day. It was made a fun experience as it seemed the locals had never seen a foreigner before and we were followed around and stared at by a group of around thirty people. Just in case we weren't feeling self-concious enough Ash thought it would be a fun idea to take us to a wedding, where we were given seats in the middle of a tent and several blokes continued to stare at us and even more young girls sung and danced around us. Tino loved every minute.
So we began our journey to the mountains, stopping briefly to pick up some chickens which were a bit lively so one of our guides tied all their legs together. Once we arrived and we gathered our ponies and belongings we made our way up. We had in mind a leisurely walk up a hill... we had a shock, it was bloody hard work. When we arrived at our camp we were all knackered, blistered and wet (well, just me, i fell in the river). It was all worth it though as our camp was at an amazing location: towering trees either side, a rushing river good for fishing and a snow peaked mountain in the horizon. Unfortunately the camera had run out of battery so i captured none of it. We setup the tents and got a night sleep. The chickens were a bit noisy so our guide put them in a box for the night.
A good few days were spent at our camp, the main activities included fishing, chopping wood and reading Jurassic Park to each other. Chopping wood turned out to be a bit dangerous as the axe-head kept coming off... i nearly lost my nose. After a couple of nights we began to get bored of our location when we were told we couldn't move on back down the mountain because heavy rain had flooded the rivers meaning we were stuck. A bit of a bummer as England were playing that night and we were hoping to watch it at Basecamp at the bottom of the mountain. We were not happy boys!
The day finally came when the rained stopped long enough for us to descend the mountain. There were only three pairs of wellies so i wore trainers, but five minutes in it started chucking it down and it got a tad slippy. I probably spent more time sliding down and than walking. All good fun though. We finally got to the bottom, all very wet and muddy, and we able to get our first taste of the World Cup. Happy boys! We spent a few days camping at the bottom until the weather improved enough to climb another part. Some fun was had, we managed to get a couple of bottles of whisky for my birthday (which was no easy task being an all Muslim area), they were no Glenfidditch: they came in a plastic bottle and smelled like rocket fuel. Hhmm. Our first drinks of the trip resulted in a pretty eventful night though... however i am not going in to detail.
The chickens were beginning to smell so they were decapitated and eaten. Not the luckiest birds in the World.
After four days of solid rain we made a decision to leave, as it didn't look like we were going to be climbing any more more mountains. In our time we had fun catching up with the football, playing cricket with the inbred gypsy children, and we made friends with a creepy vet who took an enfactious shine to Pete. He invited him back to his tent and commenced their friendship by removing his clothes. After this we decided to ignore the vet.
So at the moment we are back at the Guesthouse just chilling out for a few days before heading South to continue our adventure. It has been fun in Kashmir and we will miss our new friends.
So we began our journey to the mountains, stopping briefly to pick up some chickens which were a bit lively so one of our guides tied all their legs together. Once we arrived and we gathered our ponies and belongings we made our way up. We had in mind a leisurely walk up a hill... we had a shock, it was bloody hard work. When we arrived at our camp we were all knackered, blistered and wet (well, just me, i fell in the river). It was all worth it though as our camp was at an amazing location: towering trees either side, a rushing river good for fishing and a snow peaked mountain in the horizon. Unfortunately the camera had run out of battery so i captured none of it. We setup the tents and got a night sleep. The chickens were a bit noisy so our guide put them in a box for the night.
A good few days were spent at our camp, the main activities included fishing, chopping wood and reading Jurassic Park to each other. Chopping wood turned out to be a bit dangerous as the axe-head kept coming off... i nearly lost my nose. After a couple of nights we began to get bored of our location when we were told we couldn't move on back down the mountain because heavy rain had flooded the rivers meaning we were stuck. A bit of a bummer as England were playing that night and we were hoping to watch it at Basecamp at the bottom of the mountain. We were not happy boys!
The day finally came when the rained stopped long enough for us to descend the mountain. There were only three pairs of wellies so i wore trainers, but five minutes in it started chucking it down and it got a tad slippy. I probably spent more time sliding down and than walking. All good fun though. We finally got to the bottom, all very wet and muddy, and we able to get our first taste of the World Cup. Happy boys! We spent a few days camping at the bottom until the weather improved enough to climb another part. Some fun was had, we managed to get a couple of bottles of whisky for my birthday (which was no easy task being an all Muslim area), they were no Glenfidditch: they came in a plastic bottle and smelled like rocket fuel. Hhmm. Our first drinks of the trip resulted in a pretty eventful night though... however i am not going in to detail.
The chickens were beginning to smell so they were decapitated and eaten. Not the luckiest birds in the World.
After four days of solid rain we made a decision to leave, as it didn't look like we were going to be climbing any more more mountains. In our time we had fun catching up with the football, playing cricket with the inbred gypsy children, and we made friends with a creepy vet who took an enfactious shine to Pete. He invited him back to his tent and commenced their friendship by removing his clothes. After this we decided to ignore the vet.
So at the moment we are back at the Guesthouse just chilling out for a few days before heading South to continue our adventure. It has been fun in Kashmir and we will miss our new friends.
Tuesday 8 June 2010
01.06.10 - 07.06.10
After much hype and anticipation we had finally left for our trip! We got there via a pretty harmless flight (apart from Pete throwing up his Vodka and Orange at breakfast) and arrived in Delhi to begin our journey.
Some did question why we decided to go to India at the hottest time of their year but we put that one side... when we got out into 36 degree heat at midnight we began wonder if these people may be right. We arrived at our hostel not really knowing what to expect, when a friendly chap wearing a turban called Lucky popped out and introduced himself as the hotel manager. We settled into our rooms and we're soon introduced to his friend Omar who loves weed, and we were soon sharing spliffs with him before getting an early night.
After about an hour's sleep we awoke early to blinding 44 degree heat. As we went to get some breakfast Lucky informed us we had a free tour of Delhi as part of our stay. Swish! So we spent a few hours being driven round Delhi where we got out to see the Delhi Gate, their parliament buildings and a few kinda nice but boring buildings. When we were sick of the heat we decided to head back... but the driver dropped at us off at a tourist office to see the sights there. Hhmm, looking less swish. We got talked into booking a trip up North of India and we're pretty sure we were overcharged. Little buggers.
We got back to our rooms sick of the heat and salesman and coming down off the malaria tablets, so we got in our pants and sat under the fan for a long while, getting up for a cold shower every thirty minutes.
Another early rise so we could continue our journey up North to Kashmir as booked. We got the metro before hopping on what turned out to be the Death Bus, which raced round corners and dodged between traffic whilst we sat cramped in ridiculous heat for 14 hours. Finally we got off and our guide showed us into a jeep which we continued to travel in for another 12 hours, racing up a mountain trying to avoid the crazy road monkeys. We stopped for a pit stop and realised it's a lot less hot in Kashmir and marijuana plants grow everywhere. Glad to be out of Delhi!
Finally we arrived at our guesthouse in Syrnguar... a lovely house with a good host and a slave boy who cooks for us. We got had a lovely meal and our host, Ash, got some hash out (a common interest amongst most locals in Syrnguar incidently) and we relaxed into our new home for the next few days.
The days we went in Syrnguar have been nice and relaxed, it's a beautiful area with mountains everywhere you look and stunning lakes which we travelled across by boat. Unfortunately we couldn't go out unaccompanied as much as we might have liked because Muslims were rioting after some shop sold pants with pictures of Mecca on them, and the day after the President was visiting so there was a curfew.
We're soon off trekking in the Himalayas, quite glad to get out as there is limited things to do around the town, and as much as we like sitting in a nice house getting stoned, drinking green tea and playing poker, it is wearing a tad thin. We are glad it is going well so far! Having fun and we haven't fallen out yet... also have not even thought about swapping Tino for a cow as planned. So far so good.
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