Crossing the Border and Onto Pokhara

I arrived in from Mumbai to Kathmandu airport, then mucked around getting a visa, jumped in a taxi to the bus stop and boarded a local microbus (no other tourists, no leg room, no air conditioning and no personal space) for the 7 hour trip to Pokhara. My day began at 5am and I finally arrived at the guest house at 8pm. LONG DAY.

Day 2 I explored, sat by the beautiful Phewa Lake, attempted another leg wax but fainted on the poor woman (definitely not responding well to the altitude sickness tablets so no more of those for me), drank countless cups of tea, went to the tour office to finalise my trek and made a late night dash in bucketing rain for dinner at the closest restaurant and then BED.

I think I’m going to like this country – a world apart from India but so beautiful in its own right.