Our hostel was new, family run and immediately inviting. We had a lovely first evening strolling along the lakeside and then had a beer watching the sun-set.
Having paraded up and down the tourist-friendly but still very chilled-out main strip, Sean and I immediately knew that with all that food on offer we were going to like it here - and the meal we had that evening didn't disappoint (I am by this stage very used to not having to cook for myself and will find it hard to adjust to when we get back home).
We spent the next afternoon visiting the World Peace Pagoda at the top of one of the nearby hills. To reach this you hire a boat across the lake and then walk up a leisurely hour to the top.
This is of course all very nice if it's not Monsoon season. Having looked at the prices for a boat, it was actually cheaper to get a driver (yes, we had the same thought, but it's true dear reader). So we set sail and spent the whole outward journey remarking how mystical all that grey cloud made the mountains look. We impressed ourselves by making it up to the top in about 40 minutes, realising that the World Peace Pagoda contains relics of Buddha himself with enough time for this to impress us before the heavens opened and down came the rain. And oh dear it rained. So much so that our journey down the hill was like walking - or should that be sliding - down a waterfall. We were literally soaked through. Our shoes are still drying now. The poor boat driver was also not impressed to drive us back in the rain (although we helped with the paddling this time to make the journey faster).
Our Tibet friends, Johanna and Wojtek, joined us in Pokhara and we had a lovely couple of evenings with them, with wonderful daytimes of chilling (eating, drinking beer, wandering), before heading out to our next destination, Tansen (on route to Bardia National Park) for some rural Nepali experiences.
PS: Some Nepali barber attacked Sean with a razor....
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