Step Into My Shoes..

About four months ago, when I was shopping for my trip to Australia, I bought a perfume that I liked very much. (Okay, not a trip, cause that makes it sound like I’m on a holiday, which I’m not.) I had also bought other ones but that one was special. The first weeks in Australia had been the most apprehensive. Apprehension of things that were new, people who were strange, places that were different, systems that were alien and ways that were unfamiliar. Also there were the feelings of excitement for all the experiences that awaited (like getting aboard a train, walking on a beach…something I had been looking forward to my whole life), for all the friends to be made (Nepalese and otherwise), the scenes to behold and the food to be had (“other than just mo:mo” was what I had thought at first, but how wrong I was since I crave for mo:mo more than anything at all times).  Then there was the anxiety of having things fall short of my expectations (which I had little but still...

Whenever I go to places, I try to write about it so that when people want to visit that place, they would have a bit more of an idea about that place that I did before they actually depart. I went to Ghandruk last month and before leaving or making a decision about whether to go or not, naturally I searched online for the pictures or any sort of blog on the Ghandruk-experience. Sadly, I didn't find much. So here it is; the story and pictures from my point of view. Going on the trip to Ghandruk had been a spur-of-a-moment-decision so I had less time to plan and pack. Since I have been to a number of trips before this one, it was not so hard anyways. I was going with a group of about a dozen people, and I knew only one person from that trip. I am not so fond of making new friends or getting along with strangers, so it is a mystery why I jumped in. Probably the travel-mania got the best of me. We left Kathmandu after work (around 7) and made for Pokhara. We ...