Pokhara is by far my favourite part of Nepal. An airport second to none, no luggage carousel, no air con, no shops, just a man with a large rifle. I have never had an airport experience like it, England could learn a thing or two from Nepalese logistics, they are flawlessly simple. I was pleased to find out my ticket had contributed towards a charity that helps children who are victims of domestic and witchcraft related violence etc. It was the inclusion of the etc that made me laugh, witchcraft related violence had to be mentioned and no covered simply by the etc.
Pokhara is much nicer than Kathmandu, it's cleaner, lusher and warmer and the people don't eye you with the ferocity of a rapist. We met up with Rick of Hearts and Tears fame to touch base and talk rickshaw. Needless to say we got very drunk, i moreso than usual and out the otherside of my expensive drinking degree and out of practice I was punished by the cruel hand of Ghurka beer and am now writing this in-between alcohol shakes.
After a hair raising test drive today, Steph and I are now the proud owners of a diesel powered Piaggio Rickshaw. The beast is a bugger to drive and noisy and smelly, but you can't stop smiling in it, particularly when your presence attracts an audience everywhere you go. With the final payment going down tomorrow Steph's and my adventure starts for real.
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