After a month of living in Pokhara, I noticed I always looked down when people asked me what treks I had done so far. I mumbled I didn't trek, I just did a lot of walking, from restaurant to cocktailbar to the grocery shop and then all around the house. From the bed to the fridge, and back. I didn't dare to say the only activities I had been doing for the last months were all related to chilling out and laying down.
People from all over the world fly to Nepal to climb these magnificent mountains. I've been here twice in four years time and find it surprisingly easy to postpone any big treks to the next time I'm in Nepal. Then, I'll be ready. I'll be fit and prepared and able to walk up a hill without turning purple and fainting. Next time, for sure!
But not this time. This Nepali adventure is one of relaxing, reading books in hammocks, eating local food, sipping on cocktails and doing the occasional rafting trip and yoga class, for that absolute minimum of exercise in your life. I do feel like exploring every single mountain village and talking with locals and stealing cute little goats. Then turn them into my hairy babies and eat ice cream as a family. We would jump around together, all dressed up in the same fairy outfits.
So, trekking. It was great! Sunrise breakfast, jungle walks, buffalo encounters, sweet berry picking, snowy mountain peaks, living with a permanent amazing view, homestay in a village consisting of 34 people, climbing seven billion steps to the peak of sacred mountain Panchase. We didn't get lost! But we did almost get murdered by hungry monkeys.
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