We eventually had to tear ourselves from the wonders of cheap booze, food and accommodation in Pokhara and return to smoky, noisy Kathmandu.
We arrived yesterday afer a 6 hour bumpy bus journey in an over-heated coach blasting insipid Indian music. We decided to economise and shoved 5 people into a standard sized KTM taxi (a Suzuki Maruti) which would generally struggle to accommodate 4 Nepalis let alone five tall white men:
Hey! A penny saved is a penny earned.
I was worried that, since I’m in a Third World country with very limited access to electronic communications, I might be missing out on important goings-on at home. Luckily, my friend Caelainn is sending me regular updates about the REALLY important stuff:
Caelainn’s working for a news channel in Kashmir at the moment, so with the resulting curfews, she has a lot of time on her hands, it would seem.