I am starting to forget what I have already shared and what I put in my own journal.
A dog adopted us at Australian camp as we trekked to Dhampus. She did not turn back (with encouragement from the kids) but stuck with us all week until we trekked out, when she headed back that direction. The kids named her Teshi and snuck food to her. After first worrying about her health, I came to respect how well groomed she was and how she did not seem to have a negative impact on the village. She lay by the side of each student when they were feeling ill, which I learned as a signal. She watched over the camp each night, and would give a little greeting if you got up in the night or really bark at an intruder (dog, goat, or fox). She pulled a few kids out of the river when they slipped. I think she was a good antidote for homesickness.
I am sure you want to hear about trekking. The group will have lots more to share. There are paths laid down hundreds of years ago. In places they are grassy or dirt, but more often, stones have been laid down like uneven flagstone with big gaps between. Or they have bee stuck in the ground because so it is like walking a cobbled street in Rome but the stones are wildly irregular. Now put that on a 30-45 degree slope. The trek to Landruk included hundreds of steps, unevenly spaced. Scott said they went up all afternoon yesterday.
They reached the farthest point last night and are working their way back today and tomorrow.
I went up to the World Peace Pagoda today while T rested her ankle. It sits way atop a hill overlooking Phewa Tal lake and Pokhara. The view from there is notable, but today was hazy. The return trip included hiking down the mountain and being rowed across the lake. Lots of para sailors out.
It was a big adjustment to come back to the city from the quiet of the country. Pokhara is the trekking start point, so as in every other country, streets are filled with people of many nations, some just shopping, others prepping or resting. Shops full of souvenirs and trekking gear. Vendors eager to lure you in. Cows lying on the sidewalk. Cars and cycles and people going every which way. First, it is English left side driving. There are no stop signs or lights. At major intersections there is a small column in the middle, creating a roundabout. Merging is the name of the game. Priority goes by size of vehicle. If you think you can pass a slower vehicle, you honk and do it, trusting that the guy coming at you will yield. You honk at all blind corners ( a lot of that on the jeep track yesterday) and if you want a pedestrian or driver to be aware of you.
I enjoy watching the school children gathering to walk to school in their tidy uniforms. Public schools walk, private bus. Must get 20 kids in a 10 seat bus. Have seen several Montessori schools. More high school age kids in town. Private schools teach all but 1 class in English, public v/v.
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