The in total 300 KM extra for the National Park were only worth because of the beautiful roads and nature around. I was arguing at the park entrance with the guard who didn’t want me to stay overnight in the park. A reservation for a lodge is necessary. Fine I told him, can you please call one of the lodges and ask them if I can stay? Sure he said, took his phone and deals a number. Nobody picked up so he said: “Sorry all camps are occupied. You can’t stay in the park”. It is a nice interpretation of this “phone call”. So I had to leave the park before 6pm. Later the luck is again on my side when I met a group of IT Indian travelers which shared a boat with me for crocodile watching (otherwise I had to pay the full price for the boat by my own).
It was too late today for Puri. As always I try to avoid driving at night. I looked at the map for a place to stay for the night. There could be a spot next to the river Mahanadi so let’s check it out. When I reached the place I have to admit: It is beautiful. But why does it smell here so bad? Well I choose a spot next to a village which is used as a public toilet. The villagers don’t have a toilet in or at their house so they use the river banks. Some kilometer downstream I found a better place. No public toilet, only a place where women wash the clothes. I had a nice view to the river. It is a good spot to spend the night!
Quiet close to Puri a guy tried to rip me off at a “village toll station”. I already asked myself how they could ask for a toll for this shit roads. But this man really ask me for 500 rupees (8€). I started laughing because its five times more than I paid for a good highway. But he insists that I should pay and takes out a piece of paper with for me not familiar letters but a 500 on it. I told him that I am not going to pay while the cars behind me started already to horn. I left my car, locked it and went to the cars behind me for asking for the price. The first guy said 50 rupees. And what a surprise now I have to pay only 50 rupees. I am pissed. I went to the guy and told him that he is a fucking liar, promised him bad karma and threw the 50 rupees to him. The road barrier opens. Nice try.
I met Bubu from Couchsurfing in Puri. He is 47 years old, has a wife and a daughter and owns a restaurant and a travel agency. He let me sleep in his guesthouse for free which he plans to open soon. He also helped me to get a new license blade. One morning we started cycling around the villages and he introduced me his motor-paraglyding-friend who invited me for a joy flight over the beach. He eventually invited me to his tourist lodge on the country side which is surrounded by tribal villages. The village is 500 KM from Puri, but somehow on the way to the south so I told him that I would come.