So we left Scotland on an overnight train to London, it was cold and we didn't sleep much. Arriving in London I already felt like a tourist! We put our bags in storage and headed out to explore the big city. Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, the National Gallery (and some lovely Degas work! :D ), Westminster Abbey and Big Ben. Sitting outside the Queen's home (Buckingham of course) we wondered who all the people arriving in fancy clothes and extravagant hats were. Many blacked out cars were pulling up and being searched for bombs and then heading in to the palace. We overheard a tour and found out that today was the day of the Queen's honours list, we kept an eye out for old Brucey but no luck!! Later when texting our friend Toby, Morven found out that he was casually at the palace at the same time we were but on the other side of the fence!! His dad was getting an OBE. All we can think is how funny it would have been if we had seen him strolling across the front of the palace as we stared and screamed through the fence!
After tiring ourselves out with our sightseeing we headed to the airport in hope of a cold pint of cider and a bit of Wimbledon....however no luck on one of the points, they weren't showing the tennis at any of the airport pubs! Crazy in London where it's going on! We bumped into a girl on our course, Sarah Clelland, who was flying to Australia to do her elective, so said hello and had a wee chat, but soon enough it was time for us to board our Kingfisher flight for Delhi.
28/29th June 2011 - London to Delhi
Let me just say after flying ryanair and easyjet for so long now, flying economy kingfisher was like luxury! Although I'm not saying I wouldn't have preferred to fly first class, as that looked pretty damn good, we're hoping to somehow blag first class on our way home!
After a tasty curry dinner and a watch of the classic cartoon Anastasia we were soon off to sleep.
In the morning, after breakfast, cabin crew told us we were soon landing and people should take their seats. I have never been on a flight before when we are nearly landing and people are still wandering about!. The Indian people on this flight are crazy, they do not listen to the hostesses and were just freely wandering around when we were at a proper decline! Getting off the plane, the heat hit us like a wall! If Kathmandu is this hot all the time I don't know if I'll be able to do anything!
29th June 2011 - Delhi to Kathmandu
The flight to Kathmandu was on a much smaller plane, and minus the hour wait on the runway in Delhi was actually quite a quick flight. We spent the journey eating another delicious curry (if only all airline food could be this good!) and watching a ridiculous Bollywood film about a girl who had basically been drugged in a club in an attempt to date rape her (which she managed to avoid), however having forgotten the night she was then a murder suspect, and at different points of the film people thought she was a vampire or a ghost! and in the end she married the policeman......very odd....
It was raining when we landed in Kathmandu, it is monsoon season so not entirely unexpected. Our luggage was lovely and soaked through (you would think with a season of rain they would learn to put a tarpaulin cover over the bags or something! Getting our visa was an easy process....getting to our taxi without shelling out money was not! We saw the sign with Morvens name for our hotel pickup, and headed over to our taxi, many guys offered to carry our bags and we assumed wrongly the one with our sign was our taxi driver so gave him a tip.... when our actual driver appeared we felt confused and robbed, but also felt we had learnt our lesson and would not let it happen again!
It was raining when we landed in Kathmandu, it is monsoon season so not entirely unexpected. Our luggage was lovely and soaked through (you would think with a season of rain they would learn to put a tarpaulin cover over the bags or something! Getting our visa was an easy process....getting to our taxi without shelling out money was not! We saw the sign with Morvens name for our hotel pickup, and headed over to our taxi, many guys offered to carry our bags and we assumed wrongly the one with our sign was our taxi driver so gave him a tip.... when our actual driver appeared we felt confused and robbed, but also felt we had learnt our lesson and would not let it happen again!
The drive to the hotel through the polluted and busy streets of Kathmandu was absolutely mental! I have never experienced a drive like it....half the journey our driver had both his hands off the wheel and spent a lot of time speaking cantonese at us as morven had said she could say one phrase!! We wove amongst many cars, vans and hundreds of motorbikes many carrying a ridiculous amount of people and on smaller roads you often end up driving on the other side of the road as if it is a one way street!
We arrived amazingly at out hotel in one piece!
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