Pokhara
Apparently the number two tourist destination in Nepal is
Pokhara. To be honest, I didn’t know much about it before we went. I used to
take pride in doing my homework before traveling someplace. Preparation for
this particular trip sort of slipped through the cracks. In fact the trip as a
whole was at risk of not happening, at least for me, due to professional
responsibilities. In the end it seemed that canceling the trip wouldn’t have
made a huge difference with what was going on with our staff and work in
Somalia. I would, in the end, make a trip to Mogadishu soon after we returned
to Nairobi and it seemed that it went quite well.
Priya and Liz |
But all that drama with my work meant that my entire
preparation involved packing a bag and making sure my family made it to the
airport to catch the airplane on time. My poor wife shouldered the burden and
complexities of getting everyone else ready and worked with Liz to determine,
generally speaking, what we were going to do and when. Once on the ground, and
a few time zones separated from my office, I did in the end become less
useless.
We opted to fly to Pokhara from Kathmandu. It’s a choice
between a full day’s drive or a short flight. Given our limited time in the
country and two small children, the choice was a no-brainer. Though we might
have deprived ourselves of the interesting and beautiful countryside afforded
to road travelers, we more than made up for it with clear skies and spectacular
views of the Himalayas – this time moving westwards towards along the Annapurna
range.
view of the Himalayas on the flight to Pokhara |
It’s the kind of thing that can almost make me weepy. I grew
up with a fascination with, and hunger for, time in the mountains. I can’t seem
to ever get enough. The past twelve and a half years I’ve spent working in
Africa has resulted in very little time spent at altitude. It’s a cost that I
signed up for but it’s one of the things that I miss the most. I do hope to
rectify that at some point but for now, I need to take what I can get.
our Yeti Airlines plane at the Pokhara airport |
I must say that the magnificent views of the Himalayas
through an airplane window was cruel tease, akin to a hungry person seeing a
brunch buffet through a locked door. If I were embarking on a trek, the tease
would be eventually answered by the unlocking of the door to the buffet. Alas,
not this time.
Pokhara has a nice little airport teeming with locals and
energetic trekkers. Our bags were delivered to us by a tractor pulling a
luggage trailer. I remember when we were living in remote Kibondo (Tanzania)
and flying in and out of Kigoma airport, luggage there was delivered by Datsun
pick-up (for those of you who remember Datsuns).
the rope-tow raft to the hotel |
I was told in advance that we would need to take a boat to
get to our hotel. And so it was. It was an interesting little crossing that we
ended up doing multiple times. I would consider it a feature of the hotel
rather than an inconvenience (I suppose the guy pulling the rope that tugged
the raft back and forth might think otherwise). The lake, on which the hotel was
perched, was a quiet and still body of water wedged between lush, green
hillsides and the town itself. The water seemed relatively clean though I
suspect that a fair amount of sewage makes its way into it from the community.
Kinaya in the pool; note the prominent Fishtail peak in the background |
The hotel had a pool and we ended up spending a considerable
amount of time there. The girls love the water and I certainly wasn’t opposed
to it, particularly since it came with a view of the Annapurna range (when not
obscured by clouds).
caught this guy dangling off a branch for a sip |
Liz had been to Pokhara before and did justice to her tour
guide role in taking us to some very nice places to eat. She also advised that
we get up early on day two in an attempt to see sunrise over the Annapurna
range. I was game. I wake up early anyway and it was worth a shot, having been
warned that often times they are shrouded in clouds.
tourists gathered to watch the sunrise |
We were up at 4am and crossed the still lake in the dark of
the early morning. The taxi we had reserved was waiting for us. He would take
us up the windy road along the shoulder of hillside to where we would view the
sunrise. This particular viewing is a thing, as I’ve seen from time to time in
my travels. The west end of Santorini in Greece is a known place where people
gather to watch the setting sun. The solar eclipse is another. Here, in what
felt like it was the furthest place in the world from the Greek islands,
hundreds of people were gathering from all over the world to watch yet another
natural phenomenon – the simple yet amazing rising sun catching the Himalayas.
Our taxi driver played a bit of tour guide and escorted us
to what I think was a restaurant. We ordered a couple hot teas and made our way
up a spiral staircase to the roof. It was packed with people but we were able
to find a couple of plastic chairs facing the dark mountains off in the
distance. Everyone was sitting in the dark, chatting as if we were in a theater
rather than high on a chilly Nepalese hillside. We soon had our teas in hand
and watch the faint light of the sun start to appear. It didn’t seem long
before the first ray of sun caught the tip of Mt. Machapuchare (meaning "fishtail"). While Fishtail is generally the star of the show, in fact it's not an incredibly big mountain as compared to the others in the neighborhood. Clocking in at a mere 6,993m. (22,943ft.) it's fame relies upon both its proximity to Pokhara and it's prominent shape.
Mt. Machapuchare, aka "Fishtail" |
Quickly people began to notice, almost with a cheer, and phones were raised to
photograph the event. In fact there were only a couple of cameras (including
mine) that were not also phones. It’s interesting to see how that has changed
over the years – from 35mm, to digital, to phone.
good that I'm taller than most tourists |
Unfortunately for the masses gathered for the event that
morning, the clouds obscured much of the view. A peak would appear and then
disappear. Hopes would raise and then be dashed. Very quickly people began to
find their transportation and wind their way down the hill back to town. We
soldiered on, half hoping for a change the weather, half just enjoying being
where we were. Eventually we too made our way down the spiral staircase. On the
lower level people were selling fabrics and other tourist items. There was a
loom where the fabrics were being made. We ended up getting something,
partially I think as something besides a photo that would take us back to the
experience.
making fabrics on a mountain top |
We were back at the hotel and it was still fairly early in
the morning. We were able to rally the troops and head off to breakfast. We had
time to walk around, hit the pool for a bit before heading back to the airport
to catch the flight back to Kathmandu.
Kiran on the boat |
For the remainder of our time we explored as much as we had
time for. We visited temples, the zoo, more temples, etc. We had lots of yummy
food. Much to see and do and amazing how much we were able to fit in over a
week. We’ll definitely need to go back.