The Everest flight was fantastic, although you don't get as close as you want to be. They are views you won't forget in a hurry, and the journey....well.lets just say my heart started racing when I saw the biscuit tin plane we were going on, I wondered why we couldnt go on one of the newer models right next to it but held my tongue and was greatful I have already received the last rights. Onwards and upwards we went, the plane just about witholding the turbulance and heading towards the mountains. W got invited up to the cockpit one by one which Mike seemed excited about, but I politely declined as the thought of being in such close proximity to germ ridden strangers freaked me out, I made sure Mike took the camera up with him though ;) At the end of the flight the air hostess gave you the option to buy a dvd of the mountain flight (yeah right!!!) or a fashionable t-shirt with a big cartoon-esque picture of Everest on it with big bold cartoon letters saying 'I haven't climbed Everest, but I have touched it with my heart'....and this point I just took one look at Mike and he at me and laughed our heads off thinking 'who on earth would by that!!', well, after that thought a load of Chinese and Japanese tourists bought them eagerly and put them on straight away, taking many photos of each other. They sure showed us. Just to make this flight's mrchandise a little bit more cringeworthy, they then ll handed us a piece of paper, I turned it around and it was a certificate to say I had done the flight. I think my sister's boyfriend Jado would be in his element here with the amount of cheesy tat he could buy Jane, especially the t-shirt (as a joke)!! I almost got it for her myself to add to her cheesy t-shirt collection.
The nxt morning we were up bright and early again to catch a bus from Kathmandu to Pokhara. It took roughly just under 8 hours. Well worth it due to the scenic route, driving past lush green mountains more or less the whole way. I tried to snooze for a lot of it but found it difficlt due to the bumpy roads and the fact I was overly conscience about my head accidently slipping off my lovely clean travel pillow onto the musty curtain smothered in brown stains. We arrive in Pokhara and go straight to our hostel which is great (minus the constant powercuts leading to me sweating like a Christmas ham) and the bathroom is clean so I can relax. We go and explore and as a treat for Mike, I found a steak house and after hi not having cow since England I thought this would be nice for him. We find it and alarm bells were ringing, we had to go to the back of a crumbling building with workmen's tools and rubble lying everywhere, up a staircase back from the Flintstones age and into a sweaty hot room overlooking the street. Then the menu worried me as there were so many things on it (I think it is one Mr Gordon Ramsey who has put this idea in my head, lots of things on the menu=bad quality). I ordered peppered steak as I haven't eaten meat since the UK and waited with a vodka coke anxiously. It was DELICIOUS!!! Teaches me for judging too fast. The steaks were the size of two cows! Mega meat sweats!! We then head to a bar and got massively drunk with some young University of Leicster students. After the lock in (about 5am) we got outside and due to it pouring it down with rain, we jumpd a cab. I was in drunken laughing hysterics as the taxi man couldn't drive more than a meter without stalling. When he did get going he was going in the wrong direction so we thought he knew a short cut, it turned out he didn't, it took about 5 mins to get him to stop the taxi as he just wouldn't listen. We told him to take us back where he got us from as he clearly didn't know where our hostel was. He had no idea how to get us ack to where he picked us up from. I was terrified!!! I quickly thought of a famous hotel and told him to take us there knowing they would sort us out. We arrive and get a taxi through the hotel, run into it and duck down like two escapees as the original taxi driver would not leave until we paid him. We got away and got back to our hostel at about 6.30am.
The next day we just chilled with our hangovers. Mike started teaching me how to play chess. Yesterday we went to a mountain museum (happy happy joy joy). Did some souvenir shopping and then headed to a live music blues bar, it was really relaxed and fun. Travellers would just get up and play/sing together (they all could play an instrument or sing, not just noise). Today we have been to the second largest lake in Nepal called Lake Phewa Tal, mike rowed. We ended up having the typical row that couples do trying these activities together, especially when he kept crashing into boats and got us stuck to another boat, and I blamed him for not getting a guide (wrongly so yes but I was hot and aggitated). Beautiful views yet again. We are now sat in a cafe and about to head off to the natural history museum.
The nxt morning we were up bright and early again to catch a bus from Kathmandu to Pokhara. It took roughly just under 8 hours. Well worth it due to the scenic route, driving past lush green mountains more or less the whole way. I tried to snooze for a lot of it but found it difficlt due to the bumpy roads and the fact I was overly conscience about my head accidently slipping off my lovely clean travel pillow onto the musty curtain smothered in brown stains. We arrive in Pokhara and go straight to our hostel which is great (minus the constant powercuts leading to me sweating like a Christmas ham) and the bathroom is clean so I can relax. We go and explore and as a treat for Mike, I found a steak house and after hi not having cow since England I thought this would be nice for him. We find it and alarm bells were ringing, we had to go to the back of a crumbling building with workmen's tools and rubble lying everywhere, up a staircase back from the Flintstones age and into a sweaty hot room overlooking the street. Then the menu worried me as there were so many things on it (I think it is one Mr Gordon Ramsey who has put this idea in my head, lots of things on the menu=bad quality). I ordered peppered steak as I haven't eaten meat since the UK and waited with a vodka coke anxiously. It was DELICIOUS!!! Teaches me for judging too fast. The steaks were the size of two cows! Mega meat sweats!! We then head to a bar and got massively drunk with some young University of Leicster students. After the lock in (about 5am) we got outside and due to it pouring it down with rain, we jumpd a cab. I was in drunken laughing hysterics as the taxi man couldn't drive more than a meter without stalling. When he did get going he was going in the wrong direction so we thought he knew a short cut, it turned out he didn't, it took about 5 mins to get him to stop the taxi as he just wouldn't listen. We told him to take us back where he got us from as he clearly didn't know where our hostel was. He had no idea how to get us ack to where he picked us up from. I was terrified!!! I quickly thought of a famous hotel and told him to take us there knowing they would sort us out. We arrive and get a taxi through the hotel, run into it and duck down like two escapees as the original taxi driver would not leave until we paid him. We got away and got back to our hostel at about 6.30am.
The next day we just chilled with our hangovers. Mike started teaching me how to play chess. Yesterday we went to a mountain museum (happy happy joy joy). Did some souvenir shopping and then headed to a live music blues bar, it was really relaxed and fun. Travellers would just get up and play/sing together (they all could play an instrument or sing, not just noise). Today we have been to the second largest lake in Nepal called Lake Phewa Tal, mike rowed. We ended up having the typical row that couples do trying these activities together, especially when he kept crashing into boats and got us stuck to another boat, and I blamed him for not getting a guide (wrongly so yes but I was hot and aggitated). Beautiful views yet again. We are now sat in a cafe and about to head off to the natural history museum.
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