RESTING IN POKHARA

Pokhara, looking at the tourist area which is called Lake Side. I think this is afternoon haze
(although it could be pollution). This was taken a mile from the Buddhist temple on a day
me and a couple of English friends biked 17 miles to the head of the lake (along the far side of the lake),
down this side, and up and down a couple of mountains. To be fair, we pushed the bikes up most of the hills.

On another day, I hiked with a friend to the temple from the other direction and we came
across a troupe (herd, flock, community?) of monkeys living on the mountain. Although
it was impossible to know for certain because they blended into the forest so well, I
believe there were over a hundred of them in the group. 

His plow is made from a tree root. The wooden bit is covered with plate steel.
Except for his plaid hat, I think this scene would have looked exactly the same for generations

RIEPE VILLAGE, a two day visit 9.27.18

The town where we headed up to Riepe Village. Riepe was developed and is fostered by a wonderful 
British guy I met in Pokhara, Tony Jones. We met at the small hotel that Tony's wife runs, 
a throw back to the 1940, with a wonderful garden that Gomia tends and the best food I found in Nepal. 
Riepe is most of a days ride outside of Pokhara and then straight up into the mountains.

Being welcomed in the village. 

The stone work here is excellent. 

The walls and stairs were so well done. 

This kind little guy followed me around, he was
fascinated with my camera and his photo. 

Tony is on the right. We became fast friends and spent a lot of time talking about world
politics and history among other things. He is a wonderful man who laughs easily and tells engaging stories
about his nearly endless world travels and the building of a world wide travel business.
Tony and his wife Gomia were easily one the best parts of  being in  Nepal.  

The village carpenter in his workshop. 

The straw roof inside of my quarters. 

The grandmother of the little boy. 

Inside one of the guest rooms. 

Entrance to a guest room. 

Wonderful stone pathways. 

We never got to see the snow capped mountains while we were here. The clouds never lifted more than this 

Gomia, on the right, is Tony's wife. She took wonderful care of me in Pokhara.
She is a lovely women, kind and generous and like Tony she likes to laugh.  

This is where I stayed the night. 

Rice fields.