10.05.2011 - 15.05.2011 28 °C
It sure is quiet without Molly and Saul... The notable lack of noise also continued on the nine hour bus journey. Unlike the public buses, there is no Justin Bieber blaring out of the speakers and there were plenty of spare seats too. Luxury!
We arrived in Pokhara just before the torrential downpour. But, as we were so keen to get the much famed milkshake at Mike's Restaurant, we decided to pop on down. In the deluge. Even the cows were sheltering from the rain! To compound our misery, the powercut meant that we couldn't even get our milkshakes! Nevertheless, we ate at Moondance Restaurant on the recommendation of the girls & Saul and we weren't disappointed. It was probably the best meal I've had so far whilst travelling and I can see why the lemon meringue is described as 'legendary' by Lonely Planet! Our first day's entertainment was not over, though. Ranu discovered not one, but two, cockroaches in the bathroom and alerted me with a scream and a prompt order to "kill the bloody things!"
With the nationwide strikes becoming more and more frequent, our paragliding was postponed by a day. However, Lake Fewa seemed the perfect location to waste the day away. After figuring out how to row the boat, which took far longer than it should have, I paddled slowly out to the middle of the lake. Once in the middle of the blissfully tranquil Fewa Lake, it was time to get the book out and sunbathe. With the sun beaming down and radiating our little wooden boat, we decided it was time to head back to shore. Our two hours on the lake turned out to be fatal though, as the exposure to the sun meant I had a dodgy stomach for over three days!
Of course, this is not ideal at any time, but especially not when waking up at 4:30 to watch the sunrise at Sarangkot. I was slightly disappointed by the excessively large crowd at the viewing point, but the views over the Himalayas, and in particular the 'fish tail' mountain, took my breath away as the sun crept over the peaks. The morning had only just started, quite literally, as we went from here to paragliding. My instructor, Neil, told me to run off the edge of the cliff. As Alexander the meerkat would say, "simples." I was slightly wary being in the air considering the state of my stomach, but the immodium worked it's magic! The feeling of flying of hot thermals was majestic enough, but the views out over the Pokhara region were something else altogether. As more and more paragliders joined us in the air, we circled high above Fewa Lake, following the soaring birds ahead.
Yet another strike postponed our bus back to Kathmandu, but, in all honesty, it wasn't such a bad thing. I spent pretty much all day on Friday chilling out by the lake writing postcards. It's a hard life, eh? When we did eventually get back to Kathmandu, we we greeted with the news that we couldn't do the bungee jump on Sunday due to, you guessed it, yet another strike.
So there you have it. My time in Nepal is almost up. I've loved every last minute of it (yes, even the arduous trekking!) and I'll be sad the leave this truly amazing country. I fly first thing tomorrow to Thailand and hope to make it to Kho Phangan in time for the Full Moon Party on Wednesday!
Ciao for now!
Apologies that the last few blogs haven't contained photos. Here are a few from my time at BULA and from the trekking. Enjoy!