Day 71:

Seven hours spent on the bus has left N and R and myself in the city of Pokhara. Pokhara is a soothing respite from the honking car horns of Kathmandu. It's still a very touristed place, but with fewer touts, rickshaw drivers, souvenir vendors and hash dealers per square kilometer.

N and I walked around the main strip for a few hours and took a little rowboat trip to an island temple in the middle of this town's beautiful lake.

Now, an early night.