Kashipur to Nepal and clearing Nepali immigration

The short piece of road from Indian immigration to the Nepali is a kind of no-mans land as no-one takes responsibility for it and, as a result, the road surface is worse than it was getting to Indian immigration


No-mans land

The immigration officials in the Nepali immigration were just as relaxed as their Indian counterparts and the process was just as easy. Waving them goodbye saying we'll see them tomorrow on our way back into India we set off to find customs so that we could declare our bike as there is a daily charge for taking a bike into Nepal. 

Our first new friends at Nepali immigration - looking for money of course, but they were chuffed with getting their photo taken instead. They were hooting with glee when I showed it to them on the camera.

Finally we found the custom's 'shed'. Here, it was that relaxed, they even offered you a cup of tea. Colin thought our bike was loaded with luggage because we have a tank bag as well as saddle bags. Had he loaded the bike like this one I would have been able to bring more than one change of clothes.

We set off on the 7kms journey to the border town and headed towards the Opera Hotel which both Indian and Nepali immigration officials had recommended, only because it has a bar and a casino I suspect). To be fair though we only seen one other guest-house on our way to town. It was a nice place and even everything in the room worked - hot water, TV, flushing toilet . Well, everything except the bathroom light which was nothing that Colin couldn't fix with a bit of gaffa tape.After having been to so many places in India where it was strictly vegeterian and alcohol free had we had a wee party to ourselves in the hotel - bottle of rum as it was all we could get, loadsa chicken and Saturday night football on the TV - magic!