16.09.2010 - 16.09.2010
When you’re going to climb 1500 steps to a Palace you have to get up early. By the 500th step sweat was running into our eyes, it was a hell of a trek, and not much fun. Eventually we reached the top and was treated to the view of absolutely nothing.
The weather had come in and we were in the clouds. We hung around for a while trying to avoid the guides that were trying to force their services onto us and eventually gave up and headed back down the 1500 steps. All in all, a bit of an anticlimax to a town famed for its Palace.
By 1pm we were risking our lives again on the local bus, heading for Pokhara. We learnt an important lesson; don’t sit on the back seat of the bus when there are six goats in the boot. Every bump in the smashed up roads sent the goats into a frenzy head butting the underneath of the back seat with their horns. The fun lasted 5 hours.
As the bus was careering along yet another cliff top Simon read from his guide book, “due to crazy bus drivers, poorly maintained vehicles and treacherous roads, you are 30 times more likely to be killed on a Nepalese local bus than any other bus in the world.”
“Thanks for that!” I said. I looked out of the window down into the sheer cliff and then up at the driver who was squinting through his rainy, freshly tobaccoed windscreen.
We made it to Pokhara and managed to beat the manager of a posh hotel down into our price range. Result.