October 25, 2013 - Pokhara was unseasonably cold and wet, with barely any views during the days and showers in the afternoons. A lot of locals commented on the fact they could not recall worse weather during this time of the year.
We made the best of a rainy Pokhara, helped by the fact we found a fantastic hotel, all decorated in the old Newari style. We got a room upgrade and had a wonderful view towards Machapuchare when it showed it's face. This was the view from our window.
Similar to our time in Indonesia, we rented a moped and poked around all the back roads, remote fields and rice paddies and bumped into all sorts of new places that were not yet on the map or had simply escaped the various travel guides altogether. With the weather being what it was, Christina's knee still a question mark and both with a stubborn cold, we really kicked back and decided to not do anything more than walk around and play tourist.
We spent a good bit of time at Manang Monastery after an invite from a local monk. He invited us to sit in during the Durga Puja celebration. Even cameras were not an issue, so we sat quietly in a corner of the main hall and took pictures.
Stopping in the back country, we were invariably surrounded by local children. Although the area around Pokhara is quite touristy, few Westerners seem to venture into the remote areas. People were startled to see us and waved and smiled as we rode by.
There were a surprising number of vulture-like birds in the air around Pokhara, much more so than I remembered from previous visits.
Given that it was Dashain, a two week festival, impromptu swings were being constructed everywhere.
Our trip together was coming to an end and Christina and I went to Europe, saying our temporary goodbyes in Abu Dhabi.