Jan 18, 2013
Jul 08, 2013
The journey to Pokhara was beautiful once again, so much so that we even had to stop on the side of the road at one point to take pictures of the valley below. It was exciting to finally be in the Himalayas although no sight of Everest yet! Pokhara itself was a pretty town set on a massive lake but despite its cultural similarities it lacked some of the vibrancy of India's towns and there was definitely a stronger western influence. We rose early on the first morning and took the coach up the mountainside to get a good view over the city as the sun rose. However as romantic as this might sound we weren't the only ones up early and we had to elbow our way through Chinese tourists and their cameras to get any sort of look-in. One lady even requested a photo with me because I "look like a movie star" which considering it was 6am in the morning and I was looking like a bare-faced toe-rag made me question her film choices. Afterwards verity and I made the choice to walk back down the mountain rather than drive, a much longer walk than expected leaving us very stiff on the backs of our legs. The rest of the day was spent wondering the streets and catching our breath before marching onwards to Kathmandu. All in all a really sweet town although we have come to the conclusion that there are mountainous regions in Europe which are of equal beauty.