Delhi is in the way. We'll head north of it and enter Nepal at its western border with India.

In the meantime we'll look at the frequent brickworks and wonder where the fuel comes from.

We entered India with some trepidation, fueled by stories of difficult travels.

We leave with a sense that we would like to stay longer, having found a way of traveling that suits us.

Not helped by early morning mist. We waited until after 10am for it to clear sufficiently to feel a little safe.

But there it is. All nicely tied in tufts with pretty bows.

I guess trucks are cheaper than sugar mills so the queue is ok.

There are numerous mini-mills.

And no queues.

Wondering at what stage in the manufacturing process the old tyres were added.

The distinctive bit about this one is we managed a photo.

Developed economy work in process calculations haven't yet achieved meaningful status in the world of Indian manufacturing.

"Value add" to local materials - in the drab language of the consultants.

Very functional ladders to us, without the high energy cost of aluminium.

One wonders at the influences that have led to a musical performance of Shakespeare's Macbeth in the middle of northern India.

Of course there's no reason why not. And there's no reason why its missing from Australia.

But we like to wonder. And ask "why" like some cracked record.

About 1500km in 7 days.

The barrage in the distance is the Nepalese border.

Just the right size for our vehicle (2.1m wide).

Motorcyclists and cyclists kindly dismounted and cringed as we crawled past. Heaps of room.

The flat land at the base of the foothills which is in Nepal.

The river starts at Lake Manosaravara,  below Mt Kailash in Tibet.

Where we camped on September 20th (110 days "before current camp").

A meagre 240km to the north as the crow (or the stork, or whatever migrates in this neck of the woods) flies.

We could have walked faster and got here sooner, at about 2.2 and a bit km/day.

But we would have missed a lot of other things.

The rivers run north to south.

So we felt obliged to try and become lost in it.

We are a couple of hundred metres from the road.

A couple of army personnel found us in the morning.

They were very understanding about our lack of permits, accepted the profuse apologies of a couple of obviously ignorant foreigners, and advised us they could be obtained 30km to the east.

We followed their advice to move, after agreeing breakfast should be completed first.