IV found myself back on the road. How this happened, I do not know, but I'm happy I'm here.
We road out of pokhara with our hooded capes, which soon showed us peril on the road. We accompanied two other riders, one was the owner of the bike shop, Matt and the other he was guiding, from California, named Danni. Within an our of driving my Cape gets mangled in the back wheel, causing a mess of fabric and a delay to the day. It didn't strike the spirits down in any way though. The ride was one of the best rides iv ever done. Beautiful windy roads through mountain valleys, but the Nepalese insists on calling them Hills...
A big day, and it wasn't until 6pm that we arrived. Matt brought us to a good friend outside the city at the farm. Beautiful place to stay in the rolling Nepalese Hills, full of beautiful wilderness. Vishnu, the owner made us a massive meal. He grows and makes all his food, including cheese and bacon, and Matt tells us he's got the best food in Nepal, and some of the best food he's ever had.
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