David’s time in Pokhara was mostly spent in trying to find a part for the computer. When that failed, he had to order a new computer to come from Kathmandu. In between times he made friends with some locals and had a massage. I’ll add excerpts from his emails and some photos.
” I’ve just arrived back to this view at the Adam Hotel (21.45) after a massage, and dinner at a local bar about a km away. I had a chicken and mushroom burger with salad and fried potato chips, and an Everest beer… a bit of change from village Nepalese fare! My young waiter, who has been there each of the three times I’ve visited the place, was equally welcoming, and gave me a 10% discount… Perhaps my tips have more than compensated for the discount?!
When I left to walk back it was lightly sprinkling but not enough to bother putting the umbrella up. There has been plenty of lightning and the occasional roll of thunder. Perhaps it will develop during the coming hours? It can do so, but I won’t know anything about it when I crash out for a much needed sleep.
I’m not game to put the kettle on as I may blow/trip the breaker again so I’m content with a ginger nut biscuit, or two, out of a cup which is sitting in a saucerful of water to keep the tiny ants that dart very quickly across the desk, at bay.
The view from my hotel room.
Greeted in the morning on my deck by another hotel guest!
A woman bringing wood across the lake.
A Pokhara fruit market.
Another view of the market.
Peeling a nashi pear with a hand scythe.
Belamcanda chinensis (Leopard flower)
After word that my new computer had arrived, Binod turned up at my hotel on his motor bike… so I can now add the experience of riding on his bike through Pokhara to my adventures. He was very careful with me on the way to the computer shop.
My new MacBook Air was awaiting pickup and setup which was actually very quick. A problem arose when I wanted to pay for it by credit card. We had to go to another shopfront because the repair place didn’t have credit card facilities. Credit cards are just something that is not common in Nepal yet. Nepalis still very sensibly save up for their purchases and pay cash for them in full. Wouldn’t the West be in a much better place if we all did the same? Living beyond our means, except perhaps for a car and house, causes the whole system angst!
I perhaps caused some of the problem because I didn’t want to exceed my daily limit so asked how much the amount was in AUD. The daily exchange rate was the next problem to sort. But, finally, everything worked out for the best, I had a new laptop, the store had my money.
Binod is selling his motor bike so a visit had to be made to that establishment. This took longer than anticipated (things generally take longer than anticipated here), but with a little patience everything eventually gets done.
After this it was off to Binod’s uncle’s house as it was yet another festival day. There are more festivals in Nepal that there are days in a year. Today’s festival falls on a full moon and is referred to as Janai Purima (Holy Thread Full Moon Festival). Here, respect is paid to the elders of the house when a cord (made up of six strands) is placed over the left shoulder and under the right arm.
Also red and yellow threads are wound around the right wrist. A tika of red coloured rice is also pressed onto the forehead. I was not left out of this process as I was considered an honoured guest. My torso now wears a Holy Thread. When one of the threads breaks (naturally) the rest can be removed. My right wrist now has threads from Bhutan, Java and Nepal. I’m beginning to look like a Christmas tree.
Food was the next necessity, and very mito (sweet) it was too. Dal baht with all the usual trimmings of lentil soup, and vegetable tarkari, sweet yoghurt and more than sufficient whisky. What a delight to meet Binod’s uncle and to be accepted in such esteem.
After all that we still had to travel for around 90 minutes to catch the jeep to go back up the hill to Ramja Deurali. We were going to be late so Binod phoned ahead and had the jeep wait some 35 minutes past its normal departure time for us to arrive. Such is the esteem and respect he holds in the area. I didn’t feel quite so bad after waiting another 30 minutes just a couple of 100 metres from our starting point for some extra passengers. It took us 2¾ for the ride to Ramja where we arrived at 17.00. It hadn’t rained for a few days but there are still some tricky places for the jeep to negotiate. I’ve had three different drivers on the various trips I’ve made but this one is particularly careful of his passengers and vehicle. It makes the whole ordeal of getting to the village just slightly less of an ordeal! “
Safely back in Ranji, David and Binod send their best wishes to all of our readers
More anon. Jennie
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