KathmanDo’s and Don’ts

Five more hours on a bus through the countryside the next day got us to Kathmandu and our hotel (Kathmandu Guest House).





















It is located in the heart of the old city, within walking distance of all sorts of stuff.

We checked in, ditched our stuff, and
reassembled for a walk through the streets to Dhurba Square. In this part of town the buildings are very influenced by the Mughul style and the feeling is more like Tibet or China than pure India.

It is an interesting mix. The “square” is really a collection of 2-300 year old buildings with tiered pagoda-like rooftops, originally built as temples and palaces, and variously used now. It was the centre of activity in the hippie days of the 1960s. We got there and were turned loose just as light was falling, so we did not see it as much as we would have liked. We wandered through the streets on our own for a bit, then re-united with the others at 8PM for a drink at a bar, and then dinner at another restaurant.

Our hotel was smack in the middle of small streets lined with fabulous shops featuring clothing, trekking gear, trinkets, jewelry, and all other manner of things.
Because it was my last day with Dean before his next 2-week trek, and he will have the same Kathmandu temples tour the next day, we decided just to hang out, get our laundry done, and re-pack, rather than go on the tour of three temples. I had my hair cut about 3”.
It was a good day for us, but apparently the tour was good too, so I will have to go back to Kathmandu at some point, and maybe get some dentures or false teeth or wool?  
I really liked it.

Again, we all assembled at 7 pm for our final dinner together, and went to a “pub”. Goodbyes were said; we decorated our foot; Dean and I left our mark on the Canadian flag in the pub. 

We all agreed that the group had been quite congenial and one Swiss man, Marcel, is going on to the same next tour as Dean and they likely will room/tent together for the next 2 weeks in Nepal.

Next day, I left the hotel after farewells to Dean and to our Australian friends, Gloria and Peter, and headed to the airport for the travel to Goa. This is where I will spend the time (melting) while Dean is toiling up and down the hills of Nepal. So far I have spent my time here simply writing blog juice! Oh, and one more thing, which will be in my next missive.