The proverbial struggle in the earlier part of the hike. It's one of those hikes that never eases.
The dull weather provided its own beauty. On the left is Shanti Stupa while high on the right is Shiva Temple. It's probably superflous to mention how much we appreciate hikes to those icons while enjoying the atmosphere once arrived. Although we haven't 'discovered' religion in Nepal, we have discovered a different approach and style of life.
We understand some (all) might tire of viewing this icon. However, one of us finds it our favorite mountain and tries to view it at every opportunity. By law, a person is not allowed to climb Machhapuchhare because it's considered sacred.
Another perspective of the mountain taken a few years back from a trek some distance from Pokhara.
Even less sun makes a difference when focused appropriately.
While this hike is 3 days later, in order to maintain the day/night pattern, a section of Annapurna at a mere 26,000 feet plus, 'knocked' us out. See below to complete the concept.
Annapurna at sunset, one camp stop from Mardi Himal.
We look toward Sarangkot, a tough but another favorite which is on the opposite mountains of the temples displayed above.
The mist began to clear.
On our return, we travel through a forest after the mist and fog lifted.
We trust the villagers never tire of this scene.
From the left, a formal entrance into Methlang, to the right, a less formal road that ends where the forest begins. Jen thinks of a route in which to return after rushing down to plan ahead.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
In-and-around Pokhara.
'No, don't be silly, that's a lot of bull.'
At that stage, Jen took leave of absence as the rest of the family (and friends?) were approaching us from the side, after ending the swim session.
Krishna delivers milk early in the mornings to Pokahara. 4 months ago, we met him and then saw him twice thereafter, once in the city. On our first hike back this trip, we 'bumped' into Krishna again.
Today, we were heading on a route we seldom use to reach a hiking point. A few years ago, we met another Krisha, a young Nepalese man who spent some time at university in Australia. He also operates a small supermarket locally. As we negotiated the traffic, a scooter approached at a rapid pace; it looked as if we ought to jump to the side immediately or sooner. The scooter halted; we recognized the rider, young Krishna, stopping to greet us.
Krishna delivers milk early in the mornings to Pokahara. 4 months ago, we met him and then saw him twice thereafter, once in the city. On our first hike back this trip, we 'bumped' into Krishna again.
Today, we were heading on a route we seldom use to reach a hiking point. A few years ago, we met another Krisha, a young Nepalese man who spent some time at university in Australia. He also operates a small supermarket locally. As we negotiated the traffic, a scooter approached at a rapid pace; it looked as if we ought to jump to the side immediately or sooner. The scooter halted; we recognized the rider, young Krishna, stopping to greet us.
