The last post was sent from our departure gate at Heathrow, we’re still alive and we’ve been drinking “Steripenned” Indian tap water (see why here) with, as of yet, no ill affects! We boarded our flight from Heathrow terminal 5 (we had a delicious meal at Carluccios) to Delhi. We attempted a bit of charm on the air steward to try for an upgrade or more leg room but sadly failed!! Maybe on the return flight?! (Hints and tips on how to get an upgrade)
On the plane, we sat next to a Balwinder, a great conversationalist who gave us his thoughts on places we really shouldn’t miss out on (also invited us to go and stay with him if we’re ever in Canada), including a visit to
the Golden Temple, Amritsar and a trip to Hemkund Sahib, which is apparently very close to Rishikesh, a quick check online showed otherwise (275km)!
After arriving in Delhi we had a long wait until flight to Dehradun. We were told that we would have to get to Terminal 3. It took us a while (after asking three different officials) to find out that we had flown into the same terminal that we would be leaving from, we just need to walk upstairs to find departures and a vastly more exciting departure lounge, fairly frustrating as we’d spent several hours in a rather empty arrivals. We secured ourselves a data SIM (2GB + 220 mins for about 1300 INR, £15) to ensure the blog could be safely written and updated for your perusal! We managed to sneak a snooze on a surprisingly comfy chair in the airport before getting on the second flight and heading north.
We discovered, on the taxi from Dehradun to Rishikesh, the driving in India is reminiscent of that in Thailand for those who have been there, for everyone else, it’s reminiscent of your 90 year old granny drink-driving in a car she had as a teenager with one hand stuck on the horn!! Needless to say we arrived safely. We were dropped off at the edge of what appeared to be a cliff side and were told by the taxi driver to “go there down, you see”… Right. We now wished we’d left our walking boots on and hadn’t changed into flip flops… A steep walk down a rocky hill towards the river, we only took a couple of wrong turns and we made it to Rainforest House – it looked a little unfinished on the approach but trip advisor was certainly not wrong – this place is a haven. Tranquil, like minded people, monkeys swinging from the trees, free wifi, meals upon request, bliss…
…bliss until we ordered some toast. The monkey catapulted across our legs took a speedy swipe and we were a slice down. Monkeys 1, Humans 0! On a serious note, these cute looking creatures can be terrors…Tips on monkey safety (carry a catapult with you??!!)
After an exquisite Indian meal we were truly ready for a good nights sleep, good thing we had the air-con on, a bug zapper in the room and a good book (Steve Jobs autobigraphy for him and the Friday Night Knitting Club for her!) not that it took us long for us to drop off after the excitement India has already given us.
Until next time…