So the new “itin” kicked in and we left Mustang a day early, not to go to Begnas Lake, but to go back to backpacker central Pokhara so that we could party a little. We had around 40k’s of off-road and then it was tarmac and for me to watch the delights of the blind overtaking by the gang on mountain roads.
But remember on our way up we had to cross the river where the bus broke down midstream …. we had to do it again and right on queue was the JCB midstream patching up the crossing. No dabbing for me ( ok you youngsters I know this refers to a dance move, but for “us” trials riders it refers to putting ones foot down, it predates your grandfather so don’t think you invented the word !! )
So not too much off road to go … then suddenly we were driving along and what I can only be described as a Nepalese Dick Turpin or an Adam Ant moment …… a guy ran at me with a scythe … now he had no red star on him, so he was not a fellow party member ( Oh Jeremy Corbin!) … this man wanted my money. A small man was running at me shouting something …. and I know it wasn’t you have an Amazon delivery … So a quick weave round and full throttle …. out of danger hoping the scythe was not going to stab in the back.
the rest of the ride was ok, no more drama’s and so we arrived at Pokhara and we are in the Peninsula Hotel! , no not the famous one but some Nepalese local brand… but hot water and better than we had in Mustang (http://www.pokharahotel-link.com/Hotel_Peninsula/accm_photo_gallery). Lunch was had by the lake in a very acceptable healthy western style restaurant right on the lake edge. Foolishly or wisely I went for a
In the evening the Brits decided to go it alone and visited many bars ….. oh dear !!!!