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March 21st - 23rd
Getting there is half the fun
March 24th
Dodging traffic with the best of them
March 25th
Too long of a bus ride
March 26th
Getting into trouble on the way to Tal
March 27th
A hat puts Chad in gear
March 28th
Hike to Upper Pisang with a little help from a friend
March 29th
Welcome to the suck
March 30th
A prelude of things to come
March 31st
Stupidity confirmed
April 1st
Close to the top
April 2nd
Up to High Camp
April 3rd
Up and over the top
April 4th
The mountain's revenge
April 5th
Rest day in Kagbeni
April 6th
Kagbeni to Ghasa
April 7th
Almost a last bus ride to Eden (Tatopani)
April 8th
Halfway up to Ghorapani
April 9th
The rest of the way to Ghorapani
April 10th
Up to Poon Hill and down to the bottom
April 11th
Headed to Pokhara
April 12th
More eating in Pokhara
April 13th
Back to Katmandu / Monkey Temple
April 14th
Around Katmandu
April 15th
Visiting the mountain
April 16th - 17th
The journey home - with an unexpected souvenir
Final thoughts about my trip

April 11th – Headed to Pokhara

Maoist poster on the way to the bus station

After a well deserved nights rest, we took our time getting on the road in the morning. This afforded me with the time to walk ahead through the town and take pictures of whatever caught my eye. I found plenty of shots that tickled my fancy and spent several hours photographing things I found interesting. After returning to meet everyone else, we all set off to catch a bus to Pokhara.

It was a short walk through the town and then across a bridge to the bus stop, where everyone crowded on to a local bus for 100 rupees each. We managed to get all of our bags in one seat and Blaine did a good job bargaining the local ticket tout down with prices to allow us to keep our bags next to us on the bus. Along the way, we met a nice Australian couple and had the company of their three year old named James who sat with us in the back due to a lack of room.

The hot, sweaty bus ride

The bus ride was very hot and sweaty. As it was completely full of people and had no air conditioning which seems to be the standard for any vehicle that we take here in Nepal. The heat and humidity outside made the inside of the bus even more sweltering and all you could do was sit in a puddle of your own sweat and try to make the best of things.

Even the having the windows open didn’t seem to do much. You can see how sweaty I look in the photo here as I have my hat at a weird angle to try and cool off my enormous head. The ride was longer than anticipated and it took us almost three hours instead of the planned two to get us to Pokhara.

Panther condoms billboard in Pokhara

Once we reached the bus stop in the city, we had to walk most of the way through town to get to the tourist area with plentiful hotels. The city reminds me of Katmandu as it also is filled with noise, poor air quality due to generators and cars, and trash all over the streets. I missed the simpleness and amazing scenery of the trail.

Having eaten a chocolate pie earlier on the trek, I was on a mission to find more. A chocolate pie, is basically a moon pie – marshmallow between to graham cracker cookies covered with chocolate. After visiting several shops, I was able to find a box of six. Determined to teach my diarrhea a lesson, I ate the entire box at once to the horror / amazement of Andrea.

After working our way past hotel touts, we settled on a nice hotel for 300 rupees per room per night. Then it was time for dinner. We headed to a local place where we had beer and fries for some appetizers, then dinner. Pokhara is supposedly a place where you can get a great steak, so I decided to try one, but it was fair at best.

Noodle billboard in Pokhara

Afterwards, we satisfied our internet fix before heading off in search of some ice cream. I found a little Italian ice cream place. It wasn’t the greatest, but it did the trick. Two scoops were 60 rupees. We then heard of a place to watch a movie so Mike, Blaine and I headed down the street to find it. They didn’t have Superbad, so I ran out and bought a pirated copy for 150 rupees and to let Andrea know where we were.

On the way back to the movie place (which happened to be in the back of a restaurant / bar), I talked the ice cream man into 4 scoops for 100 rupees. Mike, Blaine and I enjoyed some beer and fries while watching the movie and then Andrea joined us later. After the movie, we headed back to the hotel to go to bed. It amazes me that for a town like Pokhara, so geared towards tourists, turns into an absolute ghost town at 10pm.

 

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