Landed in Bagdora airport early and it must have taken no longer than 10 minutes to get our cases in and we were out into a busy walkway with crowds of faces and signs, and spotted our 14 year old driver with a hand written note with our name on.
A tibetan looking man grabbed our trolley and walked ahead of us wrestling with the hotel driver who in the end let him have charge of our cases. He waited with us whilst our driver got the car, just in case of what I am not sure.
Anyway a small tip later we got our bags into the car, although it was more like a small van, and true to Indian form none of the seat belts worked, so it was hang on to what we could.
You cannot state how bad the driving is here, just bib the horn and move into oncoming traffic seems to be the norm, and for the first time we had to tell the driver to slow down.
I couldn't get a picture as I left my phone in the bag, but we were dodging bikes, rickshaws, cows (yes cows just wondering around crossing the road) dogs and goats.
We eventually made the hotel, which seemed a little more tired than the photos on the website suggested and it all seemed a little outside our comfort zone with everything going on, although the staff were great. We changed rooms as the first one the paint was peeling in the bath (yes you read that right) although as I later discovered I got a room under the restaurant, so serves me right.
Grabbed some lunch and took the hotel van into town, and for the first time we actually hit a car, side on that had pulled out of a turning, we stopped but they drove on, with no damage seen.
Shopping was ok, lots of sports Brands and clothes but nothing that took our fancy so had a marsala tea (which is served hot from an urn into a pottery Cup, and is like tea with carnation milk with a little bit of coffee mixed in and some spice. Tasted really nice)
Back to the hotel with another driver same speedy journey, and a chance to slow down zzzzzźz
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