Varanasi – Mau – 128 km
Ernest and I bid farewell to Varanasi and set off before the clock
struck 9:30, which was considered early for us. We rode on to
Ghazipur, where we parted ways—with me heading north towards
Nepal and Ernest east.
Travelling solo always presented a whole new set of experiences. It
seemed like people were even more curious about my adventures and
were always ready to lend a helping hand. However, one challenge
was keeping the ever-curious crowds at bay. Every now and then,
there would be a knock on my door with some flimsy excuse, and I
would find several faces peering around the corner. It was pretty
amusing, albeit a bit exasperating at times.
Mau – Gorakhpur – 110 km
After a short but exhausting ride from Mau, I finally rolled into
Gorakhpur. The ride was less than pleasant as the road was a
patchwork of bumps and potholes that made every turn a mini-
adventure.
I headed straight to the bustling bus station area—an exhilarating
hub of activity perfect for travellers like me and where I knew I could
find budget hotels and plenty of food options. My search led me to a
cozy little accommodation. While it may not have been the most
pristine place, it had its own charm and, most importantly, it was
easy on the wallet.