70:22 Nepal: Pokhara: A touch of this, and that, with much humility. A return to hiking following 'food poisoning'. We need to begin eating grass and leaves.

"Hey, Kids, that's not the way down. You'll fall and hurt yourselves." As an aside, the number of 'new-born kids' we've come across is very high. We imagine the dads spent much time at home with the moms this past winter.
Apparently, it's a reasonably route. Actually, this fellow 'flew', landed poorly and therafter, limped for about 5 seconds. The enthusiasm of the youngsters is amazing as they frolick at each opportunity.
  Unfortunately, a bout of food poisoning laid us low for 3 days, after which we undertook a reasonably long walk followed by a medium length but tough hike. The latter proved to be most enjoyable but not without some muscle pain. We put our heads together and decided that should we continue eating the same foods, a further attack would affect us jointly, once again. 

  Thus, in another show of brilliance, we have decided to split the food consumption into different groups for each. Simply put, Jen will only consume vegetables, particularly greens (legumes, etc) and all other healthy groups so that she maintains a good chance of combatting, avoiding really, a negative recurrence. I, on the other hand, will struggle with the food groups including burgers, fries, cakes, cookies, breads, ice-creams, sodas and those risky and challenging foods. Look, the way I see it, someone has to do it. 

Sunset, prior to snowfall expected later that evening.  

Sunrise following some snow. 

The mustard fields back home and the spicy woman in the background outside her 'new home'.  

If a body sees a body coming through the rye...be sure it's not mustard seeds. 

"Listen kids, I've asked you twice already. Please form a straight line. And while you're at it, wipe those smirks from your faces. Eyes front! Ears back!" Heck, the modern generation. 

Jen heading down a long steep section spots activity in the river. 

The washerwomen having completed their washing and rinsing, now heading home.  

We receive daily reminders of humility, the tough life, and the blessings we enjoy. Today was another of our daily wake-up calls as we joined a group at the latter stage of our hike who had washed their clothes in the river. They collected them, squeezed out the excess water, bundled the heavy clothes to be carried on their backs and headed up a steep set of rocky steps, followed by another hill before arriving home to hang them out to dry. Should we ever complain after washing our clothes, hanging them on the line, followed by collecting and folding them, we should be embarrassed, if not ashamed.

Jen made an offer for the red, cashmere shawl as we walked past the wash line. It was rejected. Phew! 

"Correct me if I'm wrong. However, there seems to be an awful lot of bull in this country."
You asked for a 4-door taxi. So, what's the problem? If you have weight and size issues, think about walking or eating less grass. In the meantime, jump in or I'm leaving without you. By the way, my policy is: "No diapers, no entry".
Our magnificent 'friend', Machapuchare, getting ready for bed. It must be a helluva business laying itself down.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey