14.01.2011 - 14.01.2011
Our one full day in Pokhara itself. We hired bikes from across the road from our hotel, and then, after a bit of rigmarole, managed to find 5 bikes that actually worked, and rolled on north on the lakeside road. To the west of lakeside is the lake, and to the north, there is a huge hill, which is the takeoff point for the paragliders. There are usually about 10 of them hanging in the air above Lakeside at any given time.
At the end of the lake, we followed the road around the base of Paraglider Mountain, which was really just a whole series of peaks along a ridge heading northwards. Between the spurs were inlets of rice fields and villages, which stretched out into the bottom of the valley. Buffalo, cattle and ponies grazed peacefully there, on what looked like pretty awful grass, as is the norm in this country.
After a few soft drinks, which were surprisingly difficult to order, despite being in abundance, because Nepalis don't understand the word 'coke' (you have to say 'cok' or 'cawk'), we headed home again, this time on the lakeside path itself, which was riddled with 5-metre wide, 2-metre deep frigging gorges that we had to drag our bikes through. Why couldn't the path just be a simple path, or maybe have bridges? Why?
That evening, we went for a bit of a wander along the main street, bought a few bits and pieces, before having dinner at a place where the food was amazing, but all the waiters were far more absorbed in the football game on tv than actually doing their job. And the toilet tap was a chunk of copper in the wall about a metre from the actual sink. I reckon they just did it to confuse unsuspecting tourists who don't know understand Nepal's secret tap code. Anyway, I had some sort of korma, and it was one of the best meals of the whole trip. Then we skipped off to bed, because we had another early start.