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Published: November 10th 2017
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Well we have taken a few days off and travelled up to Pokara, tourist central.
There are really three destinations in Nepal, Kathmandu, Pokara and Chitwan NP. So this is way more blue eyes (foreigners as the Nepalese call us), souvenir shops and cafes than we have seen since leaving Kathmandu.
The ride up was bum numbing but otherwise hassle free. We averaged a whopping 30
Kms per hour. We stopped on the way to check out this dog who was sleeping in the middle of the road, normal for a whole range of animals but this one had a baby monkey sleeping curled up under his back leg. Not normal. We bailed off the bike and grabbed the camera and really could not believe this orphan monkey had obviously been adopted by a male dog and they were both very close to each other. Crazy to see really but the baby monkey did not seem to mind that Mum was a but different.
Whilst we are on the subject of crazy things to see, we have seen most stuff on top of public buses but happened to
pass a public bus having a motor bike being loaded on the roof. There
were about 8 guys manhandling this thing up the back of the bus. Sadly we could not stop and take a photo of that one as we are riding on those roads that the documentary was made of and it is not always possible to stop.
One of the more interesting things when doing the tourist bit is actually the other Tourists. The Chinese especially are fascinating. They are easily identified by the fact they travel in packs, are armed with huge expensive camera artillery, are dressed in surgical masks, little white gloves and hats. They are always accompanied by smiling nepalese guides, speaking what I assume is Mandarin into walkie talkie devices that are patched immediately via blue tooth into the ears of the nodding masses. Generally if you are not paying attention you can hear them coming as they are loud and get well out of their way as manners was not provided as part of their travel show bags. Yesterday in one of the tourist shops I was actually a book for sale, one of these groups appeared at the front of the shop and this large fellow walks into the shop. He basically walked straight into me
and expected me to move. I was holding my helment and my ground as I though be F***cked if I am moving for you you arrogant ****. Long story short he stared me down, I got my helmet ready to swing into the nuts area and stared back. Finally after several minutes he backed down and stepped around me. Darren was having a ciggy outside the shop and when I walked out just said. "Well done, I am proud of you". I told him there was no way I was moving and was prepared to swing with the helmet if needed. God help the world when they get organised. Sadly it is so obvious why Tibet did not stand a chance.
The other intriguing thing up here is rain. Now we both have wet weather gear back in Bhairawha as it is supposed to be sunny good weather up here in November. Hmmm I did suggest we take it but Darren the ever the light packer did not want to take unnecessary luggage. Now I can understand his concerns, two up on a bike on rough roads but we really need to ride back Sunday and are not too hopeful that
The Refugee Regatta
there is a shiva temple out in the middle of the lake it will clear. Oh well nothing a hot shower
won't cure when we get home. Oh yes did I forget we don't have hot water, we need to boil washing water and ladle it over us.
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davo
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poor little love hard day at the office