Another day of our breakaway stay in Kathmandu, today is the day some of us go trekking. We drive for just over an hour towards the foothills of the Himalayas. The scenery changes dramatically, gone is the organised chaos of the city, here everywhere is green, terraces line the sides of the hills where farmers grow their crops, dense woodland cover others.
I will try to get some photos on here for today, unfortunatly my camera was stil being repaired so I may have to borrow someone elses.
Anyway, we park in a small village and start to amble up this footpath towards a village called Nagarkot, it's all very pleasant. We turn a corner, cross a stream, stare at a spider and its web, it's a beautiful day.
After a couple of hours ambling along with the odd stop for a drink and a fag, tiredness begins to set in, you dont realise it but it's been following us since we left the village disguised as a black dog. Every step you take becomes an effort. You stop looking at the scenery and stare directly at your feet slowly taking one step at a time. Your hands get placed firmly on your knees, on every step you push down. Tiredness has now caught you.
We keep pressing on slowly but surely untill salvation appears in the shape of a rickety old mountain bus. It's absolutly packed. We wave it down, a small boy leans from the doorway, "Nagarkot.......Nagarkot"? We nod our heads and crawl on the bus, we are sat on sacks of potatoes, each others laps, anywhere we could get a foot is taken up.
The bus presses forward up the mountain, (it might only be a hill, but for this blog it's a mountain) eventually we get to Nagarkot where our new bus is waiting to take us back to the organised chaos that is Kathmandu. It's a shame to say it, but it was a relief to get back to the hotel. As beautiful as the scenery may be I think the title for today says it all.
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