The clouds had already gathered by the time we boarded our little red and black plane to pokhara. We skimmed past the himalayas with tantalizing glimpses of massive peaks on our right and green hills on our left. Our 20 seater plane was better suited for hobbit size but our very tall air hostess bent double to bring us cotton wool (for our ears),lollies and fanta. We plunged down into pokhara with a heartstopping right hand turn- whew made it.
Pretty party town pokhara with picturesque lake, many bars and cafes. Much quieter than Kathmandu but still the dust and constant construction/deconstruction in progress. Good coffee and good shops. I spent quite some time playing with rocks in a cool corner shop. Garnets, malachite, onyx, lapiz, amethyst and my new favourite taurmaline. Taurmaline is mined high in the mountains and is all the colours of the rainbow but the best is the black with its hidden highlights. I think the storeman loved his rocks more than me and brought out all sorts of treasures.
Lake fish for dinner and an early night for me. Bryan played pool with a ghorkha and then got lost getting back to the hotel. He wandered around for 2 hours, stubbing his toes and followed by hordes of rabid dogs ( ok maybe I'm exaggerating there was about 20 dogs following him but they were sort of friendly). When he finally got back he was filthy and fuming. His dog pack seemed unwilling to relinquish him and barked under our window for half an hour while all I could do was laugh. Haha.
Namaste Sandy
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