Kathmandu: “These eyes are considered very beautiful.”
Kathmandu. I have always wanted to come to Kathmandu, though I didn't really know anything about it. The name alone convinced
Tatopani to Beni to Baglung to Pokhara: “Happy Jerni to Pasanjar.”
On four wheels instead of two feet at last. Now I could relax. Yes, there I was relaxing. Enter disaster, stage right.
Sikha (1935m) to Tatopani (1200m) – Trek Day Four: “My name is Large Joyous Wisdom.”
Brushing your teeth with a quietly buzzing electric toothbrush while standing outside at a water tap with a view of Annapurna
Ghorepani (2870m) to Poon Hill (3210m) to Sikha (1935m) – Trek Day Three: “Are we nearly there yet?”
It is 4.30am. It is very, very dark. It is very, very, very cold. What in the hell am I doing climbing 340 metres of perilous
Tikhedhunga (1540m) to Ghorepani (2870m) – Trek Day Two: “Golliwas in the mist”
I worry that I am slowing everyone down, and we'll all get eaten by Nepali mountain forest wolves before we reach civilisation
Naya Pul (1340m) to Tikhedhunga (1540m) – Trek Day One: “I can’t wait to put my beast legs on.”
We were off to the middle of the mountains with no guide. It was okay though. I had my woolly hat and my knitting. What more d
Rishikesh: Himalaya-side Knitting
It’s sort of chilly up here with the Himalayas peering down your neck, so it makes sense there should be knitted goodies all