Potana to the Bus Stop
The last day, and one of the shortest at that. After another interrupted night of sleep – mainly due to the dude sleeping in the kitchen who was a very heavy snorer! Also being just a thin sheet of plywood away from him and with the gaps in the wall we could see and hear the microwave every time it was used, was one of the stranger views I have experienced. Could have been something to do with the Tumba (local warm millet beer – drunk out of a metal jug with a metal straw) as well. Dawn again had everyone up to see the view, possibly the best one of the lot barring Base Camp, the whole range was in brilliant view. Back in for one last porridge and then on with the final trek all down hill – 2 1/2 hours later we are on a road. An alien scene with cars and buses and the return of the constant horn, very strange to take in after almost 2 weeks. Where the only traffic consisted of a few sheep, porters and tourists. Another hour later we were back into tropical Pokhara, time for a proper shower, sorting out 12 kgs of washing we had managed to accrue (£15 for a 5 hour service wash – one of the most expensive buys of the whole trip).
Everyone met up again in the evening for the last dinner, including the porters and guides who had the dinner and drinks paid for by the group which made it fun. (Sadly by this point the group had a falling out over the tipping protocol for the boys by this point, a sad end by nothing much to do about it) In the end everyone was a up for a bit of dance accompanied by the cultural group that was performing at the meal, with snake hips PWC Pujsi starring again.
We ended the evening in the local “Hotel” (no toilet facilities apart from a small back garden) with the boys and Claire and Charlie, to try the local homebrew called Chaang. Which wasn’t to bad apart from the aftertaste – for 90p a liter you cant really complain! More than enough to power a good nights sleep.
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