Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
Where I stayed
When we got back Pols and I decided to tackle Sarangkot, a high peak where the paragliders were taking off from. We revved up the bike (moped, not pedal power) and set off out of town hoping we would find our way to the top with no problems. A few wrong turns later we hit the steep ascent. The road deteriorated near the top and the moped struggled to carry us up. It was worth the climb and we spent a good hour watching paragliders take off. We ordered some lunch but forgot that chicken is never a good option up in the hills. The boney gristly meat made us feel a little sick and the bumpy ride down was an anxious wait to see if the chicken would make a second appearance. Alan and Tricia took the more active option and hired some bicycles to cruise around lakeside. Poor Dan spent the day in bed again. The evening saw the clouds once again roll in over the mountains. Pols and Tricia once again hit the street sellers, earrings and scarfs continue to pile up in the room, I think they are supporting a whole Tibetan village for the next year with their purchases. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL! New Years resolutions set and ready to be broken – Pols and I had quite an in depth conversation last night about how the trip is working its magic on us. 2010 was a very eventful year with weddings, babies, world records, 1000s of miles on a bike, job promotions and the list goes on, 2011 looks equally as fun with China next up and Vietnam, New Zealand and The Transamerica bike ride ahead of us. BEAUTY!
We can only dream that every day this year will be so fine. The sun was out again after the drizzle on NYE and Pokhara was in its full morning glory. The snow capped peaks were again visible and the lake was still and glimmering. I woke early (a first for New Years Day for many years) and enjoyed a coffee next door at Café Moondance. I met up with Pols and Tricia for breakfast but unfortunately there was still no sign of Dan. Two days in bed now feeling really terrible. It is such a shame as he has come all this way to paraglide but his sickness is not relenting. The four of us hired a boat and Alan pedalled us out on the lake and across to a lovely spot called where we had drinks. The hot chocolate and glorious sunshine combination so high up made us feel more like we were on a skiing holiday. We watched the paragliders throw themselves off the mountain face and glide around in the thermals. The row back made Alan work a bit harder, into the wind whilst Pols, Tricia and I laid back and enjoyed the ride.