Last night was another weird night in Pokhara featuring the return of The Brit, the introduction of a bunch of hilarious Aussie girls, the unexpected gift of a joint, carefully rolled then inexplicably left behind by an older Russian paragliding instructor, and a campfire circle of hippies of diverse nationalities. I guess these things just happen when you're traveling alone. I never knew.
Tomorrow I'll leave on my trek. I've got granola, chocolate, iodine tablets, instant soup and a pretty good idea where I'm headed. I doubt I'll have internet access, but I'll try to finally post some pictures when I return in 6-8 days.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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