We woke up to the big secret - a fantastic view of the Himalayas from the grassy knoll, floating at first like crystallised clouds. Then, as the sun rose their mass beneath being revealed crevice by crevice. Dad and I spent three hours in wonder and delight looking at the changing panorama. Everything took on a magical feel. Gugung, the waitress served us breakfast with such care and beauty. It was positively ceremonial. She slowly and carefully named and placed each item down 'black tea, milk tea, sugar, spoon'. We played with the little boy Dallan again but after some group photos had to drag ourselves away.
It was just a short walk (one and a half hours) to to Damphus where we were meeting Mum and Ann (my parent's friend who had been keeping mum company while dad and I were trekking ). Dad and I could easily have trekked longer, it felt like we were moving back into civilisation and the 'real' world. Although the hotel (it had ensuite facilities!!) had a lovely view of the foothills and the roofs of the village. It was good to see mum and Ann although they didn't seem to have done much in Pokhara. We went for a walk around the village - dad explained how the trek went and I stayed quiet for the most part. We did a bit of star gazing at night. I liked the fact that dad and I had already developed our little routines - our tea, 'bon-bons' (Bourbon biscuits) at elevenses and apple slices for our 'pudding'. We showed off about these to mum and Ann I guess and went to bed praying for rain so that the view would be clear in the morning.
It was just a short walk (one and a half hours) to to Damphus where we were meeting Mum and Ann (my parent's friend who had been keeping mum company while dad and I were trekking ). Dad and I could easily have trekked longer, it felt like we were moving back into civilisation and the 'real' world. Although the hotel (it had ensuite facilities!!) had a lovely view of the foothills and the roofs of the village. It was good to see mum and Ann although they didn't seem to have done much in Pokhara. We went for a walk around the village - dad explained how the trek went and I stayed quiet for the most part. We did a bit of star gazing at night. I liked the fact that dad and I had already developed our little routines - our tea, 'bon-bons' (Bourbon biscuits) at elevenses and apple slices for our 'pudding'. We showed off about these to mum and Ann I guess and went to bed praying for rain so that the view would be clear in the morning.
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| Annapurna South |
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| The beauty of a well laid table |
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| Prem and Dallon playing |
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| The group at Puthara |
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