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Hi there!
This blog is for those who love both books and travel. I'm starting by travelling back in time to the 1970s and the overland trail to India which I took as an 18 year old. Have a look at my daily diary entries and photos. Some of these places are impossible to visit at the moment, but I can give you a flavour of what they were like in the golden age of the hippy trail.

The experience has inspired my new mystery novel, THE VANISHING OF RUTH, which is out now as an ebook. Find details and extracts at The Vanishing of Ruth

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Cheers, Jan.

Thursday, 21 January 2010

KING OF NEPAL'S BIRTHDAY - truck loads of screaming kids: 'Hello, bye-bye, Kathmandu!' 1976

[This turned out to be a mega day - it started with a spectacular sunrise over the Himalayas and then dropping down into the Kathmandu Valley we found ourselves swept along in celebrations for the King's Birthday.  My battered overlander's shoes were not keeping pace - I was picking up blisters as well as cheerful children along the way.]

TUESDAY 28TH DECEMBER, 1976 - Part Two

"Lovely walk down - soon became warmer.  Little lad pointed out jungle to left.  Another kid joined us waving a palm type leaf, dressed only in grubby shirt - asked my friend if this was a friend of his and he said no firmly!  His school began at 11 but he'd set off down because his school was going into Kathmandu for the King's Birthday.

At village we saw 2 truck loads of screaming kids set off shouting, "Hello, bye-bye, Kathmandu! Kathmandu!" Truck over-brimming with them!

Walked to Bhaktapur because minibus not there - it passed us just as we entered town!  My feet and Nikki's were blistered from loose shoes coming down hill, so hobbled painfully to nearest cay shop!  (They make it with boiled milk and water in the same pan like Indians).

Through Bhaktapur - passed dead animals, potter spinning big stone wheel with a long stick.  Bought little cake things.

Caught trolley bus - whole of Nepal seemed to dash for door as soon as opened - nearly trampled in the rush!  Then there was loads of time before it left and everyone had a place so it was futile to begin with!  Don't think there's a word 'queue' in Nepalese!  Imagine the indignant looks and tutting that would receive such enthusiasm in 'respectable' Britain!

As bus progressed more and more piled on until it was almost impossible to ever get off!  Chris was complaining about rubbing shoulders with a frenchman and bottoms with a Nepalese!  He and Mark were swinging from the bars.  Pam was worried about the kid next to her with a plaster on his face in case he had chicken pox and also about the dead chicken in his mother's string bag! 

(A mother was feeding her baby on the bus even after the baby had fallen asleep!)"

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