Have to make our way to the Nepal border now. The checkpoints along the way seem a bit repressive and it's odd knowing how to respond to someone literally half your age in fatigues saluting you while he takes your passport to review.
The border is just that and no more. A place to cross or rest for the night before crossing. So we got there just in time before the rain and settled in for the night and managed some sleep through the raucous music in the nearby club (or was that downstairs). At 4am they were still going so it must have been good.
Saying goodbye was more bitter than sweet as it seems to be the last embers of a rich culture about to be absorbed or overrun by the majority depending on your view. All that can be asked now is that there is something there for people to visit in years to come.
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