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Thursday, 16 June 2011

What not to do in a Thunderstorm - Page 2

Written by Emma Dalby
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After almost being driven to our deaths for the last five hours, our arrival into Pokhara was particularly pleasing. We’d made it alive.

We were taken to our hotel and after tipping our driver and exchanging a few “Namaste’s” we dragged our packs up to our room, only to find the cockroaches had made it first. Tim then went back down for the bug spray.

We planned to enjoy a day or two of blissful rest and relaxation before going on a three-day rafting trip down the Kali Gandaki River, something that Tim assured me was going to be a great way to meet a few people. At this point I’d completely forgotten about the rafting trip and after having my first shower in 48 hours fell promptly asleep.

Fewa Lake2We woke to blue sky and bright sunshine. From our window you could see Phewa Lake perfectly reflecting the snowy peaks of the Hamalaya and street, lined with cafes and shops selling fleeces, trekking shoes and prayer flags. Nepal’s second largest city is simply fascinating. Tourists, trekkers, Buddhists and adrenaline junkies make up the bustling city. It is the end point for the famous Annapurna Circuit trek and the starting point for the trek to the Annapurna Sanctuary. On a clear day you can even glimpse the fishtail peak of Mt Machhapuchhare.

“You fancy getting a rowboat?” I asked Tim over a breakfast of iced tea and French toast. 

“Sure” he nodded, “Looks like it’s going to be a clear day, we can do a bit of swimming”.

So we agreed and headed off in search of a boat seller.

I spotted what looked like a nice grassy bank, also judging by the sign, the boats there were cheaper than the others, sold. “You want boat?” a small maroon looking figure approached us. Underneath the maroon, a middle-aged woman’s face appeared “Namaste” we both chirped, “yes please, one boat please”.

She led us barefoot over some pointy and sharp looking rocks, (we were both in practical if not slightly ill fitting velcro sandals purchased especially for the occasion) She then gave us an oar each, told us to get in and effortlessly pushed us off the bank and into the lake. I made a mental note to get some proper muscles when I got home.

Now, you’ll have to understand that the lake didn’t look so big from where we were and the other side didn’t look that far away. But that may have been due to my shortsightedness and unwillingness to purchase prescription sunglasses.



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