Today we flew to Pokhara.
Fewa Lake with green waters and boats and oarsmen
And strong sun and less pollution and flocks of white heron in the trees
Drooping smaller than their CA cousins over elegant necks of slight pink and
Wings tinged with gold.
We found our oarsman and paid for our ticket
And hired the young man to row us across the lake to a spot Kate had read
About. Views of the Himalayas advertised! Vistas to ponder and the rest.
We got across the lake under our umbrellas grabbed for the sun and scrambled ..
Well maybe surmounted.., the stone steps.. And I arrived at the vista point to find the Trekker paradise if
Sticky tables and skinny lovers with the desperate eyes tat come
From no money and lots of sex.
I ordered and awaited Kate's arrival
But alas , when I peered over the iron railing
There was Kate prostrate on the stairs mewing for sugar
And sustenance. The sun can do that !
So
We got her sorted out
Up the stairs
Seated at the splintered picnic table
Gazing at the view when the skies opened
The peaks descended in clouds of fog and we hurried inside
To claim our own plastic table clothed spot w
From which we could gaze at the rain and the rain and the rain and the rain.
Four hours watching the pre monsoon buckets on the green lake.
Like watching a nature movie.
How great!!
We finally made it back across the lake
Umbrellas up now against the sprinkling skies and headed back to or lively hotel
Where K heads for bed and I to the vey best 90 minute massage for 20 dollars I have ever had.
Oh and then vegetable kurma.
And thunder and ,igniting cleaning g the air.
And now bed because we have a 4 am call to see the sunrise at Sangrakot
And marvel once again at the peaks ... Clear of mist and happy for morning.0
Fewa Lake with green waters and boats and oarsmen
And strong sun and less pollution and flocks of white heron in the trees
Drooping smaller than their CA cousins over elegant necks of slight pink and
Wings tinged with gold.
We found our oarsman and paid for our ticket
And hired the young man to row us across the lake to a spot Kate had read
About. Views of the Himalayas advertised! Vistas to ponder and the rest.
We got across the lake under our umbrellas grabbed for the sun and scrambled ..
Well maybe surmounted.., the stone steps.. And I arrived at the vista point to find the Trekker paradise if
Sticky tables and skinny lovers with the desperate eyes tat come
From no money and lots of sex.
I ordered and awaited Kate's arrival
But alas , when I peered over the iron railing
There was Kate prostrate on the stairs mewing for sugar
And sustenance. The sun can do that !
So
We got her sorted out
Up the stairs
Seated at the splintered picnic table
Gazing at the view when the skies opened
The peaks descended in clouds of fog and we hurried inside
To claim our own plastic table clothed spot w
From which we could gaze at the rain and the rain and the rain and the rain.
Four hours watching the pre monsoon buckets on the green lake.
Like watching a nature movie.
How great!!
We finally made it back across the lake
Umbrellas up now against the sprinkling skies and headed back to or lively hotel
Where K heads for bed and I to the vey best 90 minute massage for 20 dollars I have ever had.
Oh and then vegetable kurma.
And thunder and ,igniting cleaning g the air.
And now bed because we have a 4 am call to see the sunrise at Sangrakot
And marvel once again at the peaks ... Clear of mist and happy for morning.0
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