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TREKKING DAY 4
Tadapani to Ghandruk 1,950m
May 11, 2014
Yes! Today I slept in. Well, actually I went to bed at 8:30 p.m. last night because there was no electricity. I awoke at 1:30 and read and did Sudoku for an hour or so and then was able to go back to sleep. I asked for a cheese omelet for breakfast, with potatoes. There were probably five pounds of potatoes on the plate when it came. It must have been a separate entrée. Too much, even sharing with Ashok.
I struck up a conversation with the Spanish couple at my table, and the guide had to pull me away. We started downhill at a good clip. I can do downhill. Lots of people came up behind and I let them pass. The forest was beautiful with bird song. Only a few stone steps now and then, the rest of the trail was soft earth. At last we came upon Vickie, from Bremerton and we fell in to step. She was discouraged and tired and I hated to leave her on her own. I know she was glad to get to
Ghandruk. It really didn’t take very long. I think we arrived about 1 p.m.
Our hotel was large and brightly colored, with lots of flowers blooming in the yard. I noticed an advertisement for massage on the wall behind the manager’s desk, so I asked about it. The manager said he would contact the massage therapist. He was at my door in half an hour with his little bag of oils. He sure didn’t look like a massage person. In fact, he said he was a construction worker, a supervisor, and he looked like he had just climbed down off his ladder, but he gave a great massage. He charged $20 for legs and feet and hands. He was so nice; he explained that he had trained for massage in Dubai, where he had worked for twelve years. But here in Ghandruk he worked both jobs.
After my massage I took a hot shower. First I had to go down to the front desk and asked about hot water. Sometimes the plumbing is a little confusing. I had to use bar soap for my hair because I was out of shampoo but it was
so nice to get clean. I washed a few things and wrung them out in my towel, then I strung them out on the balcony tying them to the rail with a little cord I threw into my pack at the last minute. It sure is a useful item…I didn’t want to lose my clothes from the third floor, who knows where they would fly to. I relaxed, read a bit and took another nap. What a waste, to be in Nepal and sleep. But I cannot face more stairs even without my pack. Perhaps tomorrow a.m. I can get up and walk about a little (but I am thinking, not).
I woke up at seven and went downstairs with my computer…there seems to be internet but I can’t get on. I admired the dining room again, beautiful in lavender, with matching lavender and white checked tablecloths and with a soft blue ceiling. Ashok and I ordered dinner – dal bhat again. A young Asian girl from Australia, now working in Shanghai, joined us for dinner. She is so full of energy. She left with a friend to go to the German bakery for a drink, but
I am running on empty. Am I ill?
Will write and read. Breakfast in the morning is at 7 a.m. It seems strange that tomorrow we will be back in Nayapaul, where we started.
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