One day when, I was in class nine, my friends made a plan for tour. We decided to go to Lumbini. We made a plan to go early and see the historical shrines in Lumbini. We set out early in the morning on a Saturday. We had taken our tiffin with us to eat when we got to Lumbini
When we reached Daunne, it had already been 7 am Most passengers got off there to see the Gomba and the bus was almost empty. The driver disappeared. We waited for an hour but nobody came there. We went searching them. We found them inside a hostel playing cards. It had been 9.30 by then. When we asked the bus staff replied that they had to wait for the pass passengers who had gone to the Gomba. We shouted against them.
A crowed of people gathered in no time. Some people took our side. At last he was ready to refund us. It had already been ten thirty. We could not decide what to do.
We took another bus and went to Lumbini. We reached there at two and looked at the Gombas made by many foreigners there; and the popular mayadci temple and the peace flame. It got five by then so we came back home at about nine 0'clock at night. I can never forget this event in my life.
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