I last left you in paradise. Well, paradise progressed much as expected. We amused ourselves with beaches, books, boats and the backwaters. We made a friend who inspired and amused us with stories of his many travels and meetings with bears while peeing in orchards.
What more could you ask for? unless it was a guide who only stopped talking to himself long enough to say "Kerala very beautiful place, very coconut place. No pollution, very natural you like yes?"
We did like.
And then it was time to move on. India was so upset that we were leaving her, she slowed our journey to the best of her ability.
First our plane was delayed so we arrived at Delhi late, with only an hour to catch the next plane. We waited twenty minutes for our bags then Kirsty suggested a coffee (addict).
Not enough time.
I was right too. Couldn't be smug though. There was so little time we weren't allowed to check-in.
What??!! There's still half an hour!
No Ma'am, not possible.
Nooooooooo!!
So eight hours at Delhi airport later we finally got a plane (which was subsequently delayed) to Kathmandu. A taxi ride later through the general power cut of the city led us to the hotel that we'd already paid for, and which was locked, gated and pitch black.
Well that just takes the biscuit.
Not the best day of the trip.... Rest assured we did not spend the night homeless. Thank God for commission agents. There's never a shortage of taxi drivers with helpful hotel suggestions.
The next morning did not bring more luck though. It was when I went to get a charger out of my bag that I discovered I'd been robbed. A whole bag of chargers, adaptors, electrical stuff gone. And a (lucky empty) handbag.
If I hadn't given Kirsty an adaptor out of this bag in the check in queue I'd've assumed I'd forgotten it. As it is, Jet Airways have received an angry email. Who knew you can't trust airline employees with your stuff?
Things fortunately have improved though. Now you find us in Pokhara. Tomorrow we begin a 10 day trek to Annapurna base camp. We risk avalanches and minus degrees and we are very proud of ourselves. And already thinking we a) don't have enough clothes; b) have inflicted too heavy a bag on our porter; c) have a child guide (never seen a baby face like it); d) will collapse en route from exhaustion, cold and altitude. We will blame anything that goes wrong on the altitude.
The views are sure to be incredible though. And think how tiny my legs will be afterwards!
Of course this means no communication with the outside world for a while so excuse the following gap. When we return, frostbite, smelly but high on fresh air, they'll be the first to hear!
What more could you ask for? unless it was a guide who only stopped talking to himself long enough to say "Kerala very beautiful place, very coconut place. No pollution, very natural you like yes?"
We did like.
And then it was time to move on. India was so upset that we were leaving her, she slowed our journey to the best of her ability.
First our plane was delayed so we arrived at Delhi late, with only an hour to catch the next plane. We waited twenty minutes for our bags then Kirsty suggested a coffee (addict).
Not enough time.
I was right too. Couldn't be smug though. There was so little time we weren't allowed to check-in.
What??!! There's still half an hour!
No Ma'am, not possible.
Nooooooooo!!
So eight hours at Delhi airport later we finally got a plane (which was subsequently delayed) to Kathmandu. A taxi ride later through the general power cut of the city led us to the hotel that we'd already paid for, and which was locked, gated and pitch black.
Well that just takes the biscuit.
Not the best day of the trip.... Rest assured we did not spend the night homeless. Thank God for commission agents. There's never a shortage of taxi drivers with helpful hotel suggestions.
The next morning did not bring more luck though. It was when I went to get a charger out of my bag that I discovered I'd been robbed. A whole bag of chargers, adaptors, electrical stuff gone. And a (lucky empty) handbag.
If I hadn't given Kirsty an adaptor out of this bag in the check in queue I'd've assumed I'd forgotten it. As it is, Jet Airways have received an angry email. Who knew you can't trust airline employees with your stuff?
Things fortunately have improved though. Now you find us in Pokhara. Tomorrow we begin a 10 day trek to Annapurna base camp. We risk avalanches and minus degrees and we are very proud of ourselves. And already thinking we a) don't have enough clothes; b) have inflicted too heavy a bag on our porter; c) have a child guide (never seen a baby face like it); d) will collapse en route from exhaustion, cold and altitude. We will blame anything that goes wrong on the altitude.
The views are sure to be incredible though. And think how tiny my legs will be afterwards!
Of course this means no communication with the outside world for a while so excuse the following gap. When we return, frostbite, smelly but high on fresh air, they'll be the first to hear!
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