Crossing The Border...

Well, crossing the border from India to Nepal was an exciting and emotional day. At the beginning of the morning we knew that it was going to be our last day in India and Shell’s first ever overland border crossing. What we didn’t realise was that it would turn out to be also her first ever illegal border crossing. We were shocked and not surprisingly quite fucking pissed off when we got to the border and opend up the part of the bag with our backup English pounds, American and Australian dollars to find out that it had all somehow magically disappeared.

We still haven’t quite figured out exactly when and where this occurred but it didn’t change the fact that we were now stranded at the border with no more cash than about 30 Australian dollars between us and hence no actual way of paying for visas into Nepal. No problem, we thought, very pissed off and inconvenienced but nothing too major – they didn’t steal any cards or the cameras or laptop or anything. We’ll just have to go to the ATM. Oh, there’s no banks or ATMs in the town on this side of the border. Look, there on the other side, in Nepal, where you’re not allowed to go yet.

So after a small sob story they let Shell sneak over the border and change some money while they held Scott as bond. Needless to say Scott was quite pleased to see Shell return with the 60 US dollars we needed to pay for our visas, so we started our time in Nepal a little displeased but at least there. However we soon discovered some cheap but good whiskey and set about forgetting our troubles.