Gummy Grins

It has been ages since I last updated my blog, for this I pologise as now I can't remember much. I will try and update more often from now on in. So, I left you saying we were about to go off to a NAtional History Museum....YAY!!! I was actually looking forward to it. It was......just so......laughable? remedial? non-existent? It was based on a university campus, we walked in and it was basically a bunch of animals painted on the walls, something you would see in a nursery. There was hope yet though...another room.....filled with dead stuffed birds and displayed as though they had just been found in an ancient duty cave, picked up, been knocked about a bit on the journey to the museum, and slung on their backs in a dusty glass cabinet with a scrawling of a name pinned to it.After this we went to a National Mountain museum. What a waste of time. I need to learn to put my foot down with Mike, but at least we got a good photo out of it...Mike stood next to a model of 'Big Foot'. The rest of our time in Pokhara was really chilled, just nosing about exploring, eatig, drinking and relaxing really. It reall is a wonderful place but we were ready to move on when we left. Yet another 8 hour bus journey back to Kathmandu. I woud get the seat behind an annoying little boy who was travelling alone with his mother who was one of these over-bearing, 'my son is God and master' types and generally let him be a noisy annoying little brat. He kept turning round and eyeballing me which I can cope with but then he kept trying to grab at Mike's face whilst Mike was sleeping, to which I gave him a certain freakily pulled face (think an evil elephant man who has had a stroke) and he stopped turning around after then. Another thing that annoyed me was that his mother asked me to move seats so her son could put his seat right back. NO!!!! Anyway, we arrive in Kathmandu and head out of the carpark to find a tuktuk to take us to our hostel. No one seemed to know it or the address (isn't it funny how they always know somewhere else that will take us....very good price) when eventually an ancient old man with barely any teeth came peddling over on his bike (think horse and carriage, just a lot smaller and a push bike, not a horse) and said he knew it. I asked him to tell one of the taxi drivers as he wouldn't be able to fit our backpacks and us on but he just went on ahead and pilled our bags onto his contraption. I wanted the world to open up and swallow us whole. He wouldn't take no for an answer and we didn't want to insult him and his charming gummy grin. We went slower than walking. It was so so bad. He finally stopped after what seemed like a life time trying to stay half onto the 'vehicle' and we realised he had brought us to the wrong place. After sich an ordeal I tipped him massively (not to western standards) and went inside and just stayed where he took us. Our last two nights in Nepal were pretty uneventful, we just shopped a bit and sent some stuff back to England. We wanted to chill really as the next flight day was going to e a long long day.