Tansen, Nepal

Last night was best forgotten really.  Couldn't get a direct bus from Nepalgunj to Kathmandu, so got on one to Narangot (?) or somewhere, blindly trusting this nice guy who helped me (and bought me sweetcorn).  Turns out our bus didn't go there ...

... to a hospital?" "No, no. We'll stay here. Are there any other buses going to Tansen today?" "I think no. Maybe minibus." "When?" "Twenty, twenty-five minutes." "Thank you." The bus drives ...

... it would be a good idea if we made a stop over in a smaller town on our way down to the border. We decided on Tansen, a small town perched on the top of a ridge about halfway between Pokhara and the border. But first we had to get there... So on ...

... all the concrete now stained and moldy. Today we went to an internet cafe and read with incredulity the glowing descriptions of Tansen. We can not understand why anyone would recommend coming here. It is a grim, faded place-more depressing because it is ...