Kathmandu
well it’s day 2 here in kathmandu. It stinks, the smog is really bad, you can barely make out the mountains that surround the city. The food is good, Helen is in veggie heaven. The KGH is a quaint old colonnial wreck of a place, the gardens carefully manicured and green, overlooked by a large grapefruit tree - overlaid by the thick dust that settles on everything. Smoking would be no hazard here, the smog will kill you first for sure.
We did some sight seeing today and booked the trek. Then lazed about in the gardens enjoying the sun - in my case that also meant nursing my knee, having managed to trip over a tiny stair and damaged one of the ligaments in my knee, not auspicious with an eighteen day hike starting on Monday.
The nepalese are all very friendly and obliging; the europeans all stand out as interminably self absorbed. Had to evacuate the garden at one point as we got so fed up of a young dutch nurse drone on (loudly) about herself . Listening to the Brit ringing home as I am typing this is not inspirational either, I wonder how many times a person can ask “is everything alright?” in 5 minutes, interspersed with questions about whether the drain has been cleared.
Decided to keep a notebook for the trek as I somehow doubt the internet will be much in evidence once we leave bhesi saha. Whether I will be able to read my own writing is a moot point.
All in all though can’t wait to start the trek.