I checked my two tickets again. The first one I had received when the public (and fixed-price) bus left Sonauli, after repeated reminders to the man distributing the bus tickets. I had found it very strange that I had only received a ticket to Gorakhpur, while I had paid to go all the way to Faizabad. Upon arrival in Gorakhpur, the same man handed me a ticket from Gorakhpur to Faizabad. There was just one minor problem: the price of both the tickets added up to only half the price I had paid. First minutes in India and already I had been ripped off… I spent much of the remaining bus ride insisting to the ticket guy that he should give me back my money, but evidently to no avail. I arrived in Faizabad in darkness, and was glad to find a reasonably priced room in a (rather run-down) hotel. After a rather mediocre meal, I went to bed…only to wake up at 330am with itching arms and legs - oh no, bedbugs… Day 1 in India was not a good day. On the bright side, I got to take an early start to visit the town of Ayodhya, one of the holiest towns for Hindus. It was a misty morning, which gave my visit to Ayodhya an even more mystical feel.
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