La fameuse ville de Pokhara, destination touristique par excellence du Népal. Autant dire que notre voeu sacré de ne pas dépenser d'argent inutile avant le retour à Kathmandou est mis à dure épreuve. Mais nous résisterons - et devrions être intronisées pour ça. Le premier jour à Pokhara est loin d'être passionnant puisqu'il est occupé par une belle grasse matinée (ah bah oui, la jungle, ça fatigue), un long déjeûner flemmard sur les bords de Phewa Tal et... un remaniement radical et laborieux de tous nos plans pour cause budgétaire. Nous décidons, après force discussions avec Marine, de ne pas prendre l'avion à Kathmandou pour rentrer, mais de quitter le Népal par la terre. Avec tous les problèmes d'annulation, de nouvelles réservations, de difficiles contacts par téléphone, de conseils contradictoires, établir notre nouvel itinéraire prend des heures, a fortiori toute la journée. Point culminant de la journée : un moment à buller comme des larves à All that jazz, un café jazz spécial touristes, à déguster des momos...
The first full day so not much wrong with being much more interesting. It seems that the world belongs to those who get up early (when necessary). So now at least Nepal belongs to us, with an awakening to 4am. The taxi booked from the previous day at 4.30 does not, bad luck, a foregone conclusion, but we jumped into the first taxi came, unexpected stroke of luck. The goal of our expedition is the morning sunrise from Sarangkot hill overlooking Phewa Tal. Despite the very early morning hours and again the atmosphere of a dark blue particles scattered, many Nepalese are already up and climb the hill. "The Nepalese are athletes!" Many women, alone or in small groups, wrapped in shawls, argue for a very assured, their calves and prominent hard to guess under their petticoats colored, usually red when they walk. Sarangkot, as Expected, is very touristy. Indeed visits "off the beaten path" from Lonely Planet does not stay long! The head of the hill, cleared of vegetation, an observation point is open to 360 °, parasitized by some dhabas and crafts stalls clinging like mussels on a rock. From this promontory, we can confirm that the terrain of Pokhara is unique and breathtaking: nowhere you can also admire the impressive elevations between 1000m and not even the highest peaks of Annapurna. The sunrise is delayed, but makes her entry into first subtly reflected on the highs. A newlywed couple from India, whose appearance and attitude as proof they were married out of love they come from a wealthy background, stands hugging the top of the promontory and maintains an air of perfect bliss. In the valley of the rivers run along the villages still lost in an uncertain light on the south lies the calm and majestic form of the lake, far down the mountain. When the sun finally appears, the light suddenly raining on the peaks and valleys, inundating villages, rivers, people.
At what point is the steep slope to get to the lake from Sarangkot, we do understand that in descending the steep path which usually looks more like a staircase for giants. After an hour down the legs begin to be trembling, heart trouble hanging. During a moment of weakness, a thin but sturdy Nepalese beyond us at full speed. "But how is it?" We finish to understand the trick of the natives galloping across the mountain every day that their gods are: great strides, tonic, supporting every step of projecting flat stones on the road. Do not still have cold feet when the slope is steep as the Titanic sank. The road is occasionally bends that can dominate a broad overview including large agricultural terraces lit through by the sun still low, and Lake with purple hues. Rockeries, square houses clinging to the slope ochres, courses populated by goats and buffaloes. Residents enjoy their free time to sit on the steps of their house under progress roof, smoke bidis, shouting "Namaste" on our way. Suddenly the slope becomes gentle and the lake appears.
Back to civilization and therefore dénichage taxi to spin in Old Pokhara - it comes up for lost time yesterday! This time the advice of Lonely Planet we are really crippled land far corners of tourists. Here time seems to stand still, with old shops, metal containers, baskets, gold jewelry. On older buildings, the edges of windows are carved lace wood that must filter the light from within. This type of sculpture is also present on the pediment of small temples lost in the streets, sometimes Hindus (but were not allowed to enter if you are not Hindu), sometimes Buddhist (welcome home). While I take close-ups of reliefs, the Navy has lost good idea; follows suit-survey-examination through the streets of Pokhara. "No, we have not seen." "Hahahaha you lost your girlfriend?" "A white like you?". Until I find a market place where she tried to find a charger for his cell phone turned off since the beginning of the journey. "Ah, but I thought you followed me! - Bah nan".
The afternoon continues with a trek on horseback. No matter the effect of rest: you remember that Nepal belongs to us? A trek on horseback, that is to say a hike in the mountains pony, accompanied by a guide 13, on foot and armed with a stick to move the ponies. That obey the blow to any other order, despite my efforts authoritarian. The first part of the trek seems unpleasant, because it must first leave the city, a gallery on the asphalt in front responding to countless "Namaste" children and adolescents ignore the taunts by bus or car (being White means being already an attraction in itself, so being a white horse ...), horses frightened by the sounds of metal, but surprisingly unreceptive to the mass of honking - animals evolve adapting to their environment. Unpleasant part that lasts longer than all the guide realized after more than a half-hour drive it takes us in the right direction. Once the city and left the road, the ride is much more clearly the scope, with a steep road winding through the terraces and small hamlets. After breaking off a strip of land in an extremely abruptly above the terraces sits a large neem in whose shadow tightens an entire family. Our little guide manages the difficult path crosses with a few jeeps, while exposing us his desire to migrate to Australia and become a doctor ... The ultimate goal of the trip, Pakoda World Peace, a white stupa of regular proportions enthroned atop another of those typical stairways l'ascension-de-Buddhist spiritual. This is definitely the day of the stairs. I HATE stairs.
The return seems shorter but equally unpleasant portion bitumen. The summary equation the day is grand staircases multiple horse trek + = very very bad everywhere. We walk in slow motion and bow-legged like Henry Fonda to a restaurant with a show of folk dances finally singularly lacking enthusiasm. Enthusiasm later found in front of a buffalo steak and lemon meringue pie - it may be good to be real simple for tourists once. Extinction very soon after that, I did not go to bed so early since the eve of my return to 2nd.
The first full day so not much wrong with being much more interesting. It seems that the world belongs to those who get up early (when necessary). So now at least Nepal belongs to us, with an awakening to 4am. The taxi booked from the previous day at 4.30 does not, bad luck, a foregone conclusion, but we jumped into the first taxi came, unexpected stroke of luck. The goal of our expedition is the morning sunrise from Sarangkot hill overlooking Phewa Tal. Despite the very early morning hours and again the atmosphere of a dark blue particles scattered, many Nepalese are already up and climb the hill. "The Nepalese are athletes!" Many women, alone or in small groups, wrapped in shawls, argue for a very assured, their calves and prominent hard to guess under their petticoats colored, usually red when they walk. Sarangkot, as Expected, is very touristy. Indeed visits "off the beaten path" from Lonely Planet does not stay long! The head of the hill, cleared of vegetation, an observation point is open to 360 °, parasitized by some dhabas and crafts stalls clinging like mussels on a rock. From this promontory, we can confirm that the terrain of Pokhara is unique and breathtaking: nowhere you can also admire the impressive elevations between 1000m and not even the highest peaks of Annapurna. The sunrise is delayed, but makes her entry into first subtly reflected on the highs. A newlywed couple from India, whose appearance and attitude as proof they were married out of love they come from a wealthy background, stands hugging the top of the promontory and maintains an air of perfect bliss. In the valley of the rivers run along the villages still lost in an uncertain light on the south lies the calm and majestic form of the lake, far down the mountain. When the sun finally appears, the light suddenly raining on the peaks and valleys, inundating villages, rivers, people. 
At what point is the steep slope to get to the lake from Sarangkot, we do understand that in descending the steep path which usually looks more like a staircase for giants. After an hour down the legs begin to be trembling, heart trouble hanging. During a moment of weakness, a thin but sturdy Nepalese beyond us at full speed. "But how is it?" We finish to understand the trick of the natives galloping across the mountain every day that their gods are: great strides, tonic, supporting every step of projecting flat stones on the road. Do not still have cold feet when the slope is steep as the Titanic sank. The road is occasionally bends that can dominate a broad overview including large agricultural terraces lit through by the sun still low, and Lake with purple hues. Rockeries, square houses clinging to the slope ochres, courses populated by goats and buffaloes. Residents enjoy their free time to sit on the steps of their house under progress roof, smoke bidis, shouting "Namaste" on our way. Suddenly the slope becomes gentle and the lake appears. 
Back to civilization and therefore dénichage taxi to spin in Old Pokhara - it comes up for lost time yesterday! This time the advice of Lonely Planet we are really crippled land far corners of tourists. Here time seems to stand still, with old shops, metal containers, baskets, gold jewelry. On older buildings, the edges of windows are carved lace wood that must filter the light from within. This type of sculpture is also present on the pediment of small temples lost in the streets, sometimes Hindus (but were not allowed to enter if you are not Hindu), sometimes Buddhist (welcome home). While I take close-ups of reliefs, the Navy has lost good idea; follows suit-survey-examination through the streets of Pokhara. "No, we have not seen." "Hahahaha you lost your girlfriend?" "A white like you?". Until I find a market place where she tried to find a charger for his cell phone turned off since the beginning of the journey. "Ah, but I thought you followed me! - Bah nan". 
The afternoon continues with a trek on horseback. No matter the effect of rest: you remember that Nepal belongs to us? A trek on horseback, that is to say a hike in the mountains pony, accompanied by a guide 13, on foot and armed with a stick to move the ponies. That obey the blow to any other order, despite my efforts authoritarian. The first part of the trek seems unpleasant, because it must first leave the city, a gallery on the asphalt in front responding to countless "Namaste" children and adolescents ignore the taunts by bus or car (being White means being already an attraction in itself, so being a white horse ...), horses frightened by the sounds of metal, but surprisingly unreceptive to the mass of honking - animals evolve adapting to their environment. Unpleasant part that lasts longer than all the guide realized after more than a half-hour drive it takes us in the right direction. Once the city and left the road, the ride is much more clearly the scope, with a steep road winding through the terraces and small hamlets. After breaking off a strip of land in an extremely abruptly above the terraces sits a large neem in whose shadow tightens an entire family. Our little guide manages the difficult path crosses with a few jeeps, while exposing us his desire to migrate to Australia and become a doctor ... The ultimate goal of the trip, Pakoda World Peace, a white stupa of regular proportions enthroned atop another of those typical stairways l'ascension-de-Buddhist spiritual. This is definitely the day of the stairs. I HATE stairs. 
The return seems shorter but equally unpleasant portion bitumen. The summary equation the day is grand staircases multiple horse trek + = very very bad everywhere. We walk in slow motion and bow-legged like Henry Fonda to a restaurant with a show of folk dances finally singularly lacking enthusiasm. Enthusiasm later found in front of a buffalo steak and lemon meringue pie - it may be good to be real simple for tourists once. Extinction very soon after that, I did not go to bed so early since the eve of my return to 2nd. 
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