Pokhara – to Mala Lodge

We fly in courtesy of Yeti Air with just a short hop and head to the trekking office. Since schlepping everyone’s big suitcase along would be stupid, this is the hold location. Except for a couple of us who just left suitcases in Kathmandu figuring that trekking, river rafter and safaris really don’t need much in the way of clothes.

As we drive out of town – the buildings here look different than Kathmandu, complete with tiles…

As should be obvious, the lodges/camps aren’t going to be fancy. Enough electricity from solar to charge batteries and I will be a happy camper. The temperatures should be 25*C and up and I am taking the good camera for this portion of the trip (three days).  There won’t be wifi. I don’t have a phone. I think everyone else will be in worse withdrawal than me.

As we traveled along the road, it was obvious that pollution/dust is common all over the country. Please ignore the brown out. And don’t breath – it isn’t particularly good for your lungs…

When we reached the starting point for our hike into the lodge, we met up with the five porters who would be schlepping the small bags for the group.

As you might expect, I tend to walk faster than a serious number in the group so was able to spend a bit of time reading along the way as well as taking photos as I waited here and there.

Arriving at the Lodge, it was quite a bit nicer than we had been lead to believe.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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