On the third day in Pokhara, we found ourselves up early. And we at once rushed to the rooftops to see the elusive mountains. Finally! There they were, in all their glory! Such an breathtaking view. What I’d travelled half way across the world to see, the snow-capped mountain peaks. But this was only a fleeting sight. Not the full range of the mountains. Only three peaks we saw, in the Annapurna range. And it didn’t last a long time, for as the sun rose rapidly, the clouds came and masked the mountains.
But at least we had something to show of the mountains from our visit to Pokhara. We had breakfast, and off we went to explore the Devi Falls and the cave next to it. We heard that it was a falls that plunged into a bottomless cave, and we were excited to see this spectacle.
But we reached in the middle of the day, with the sun overhead, and we soon discovered it’s the worst time to take photographs! With the shadows so hard, and our cameras, though good, had no view finders, so you had to rely on the LCD screen to compose your photos. To make it worse, everyone was staring at us. Not at me, for I looked like a Nepali, but at my African friend. And it pissed me off more than it did him, for he was already used to the extremely rude staring.
But then, the clouds came. Rain clouds. Which was both a blessing and a curse. For rain would soon fall. But the cloud cover threw a soft light upon the water falls, thus giving us the perfect settings to take photos. We clicked and clicked and clicked. And here are pictures of the falls.
Right across the falls is a cave. And though I’m claustrophobic, I did entertain the idea of visiting it. We went in right after rain, and the roof was dripping, and it suddenly struck me that there might be a flood. Or the roof might collapse on us, and bury us in there forever. But it wasn’t a long cave, and my panic soon ebbed when we reached the end of it. They had promised we would see a view of the falls from this underground cave, a better view, but the view from up above was better. Still, here are pics of the falls and the cave.
Just as we got out of the cave, the storm hit. Previously, it was simply a drizzle. Now, the rain fell with such furry that we had to take shelter at the nearest restaurant. We had plans to visit a bat cave, but that was so far away, and with such rain, it might flood, or maybe the roof would fall in. So we cancelled that.
We went into a local restaurant where we were ripped off. The woman gave us a bill that would make those in a 5-star hotel raise their eyebrows in surprise. But we couldn’t argue much with her for the mistake we did was not to ask for the price list before eating. So we paid up and left the restaurant in annoyance, though it was still raining hard. We took a taxi back to our hotel, and spent the rest of the afternoon watching a movie.
And then the clouds disappeared, and the sunset came. And we had to rush out of the hotel to catch a glimpse of the sunset on the lake. We practically ran all the way, for the two things we had most loved to see in this trip was a view of the snow-capped mountains, and a sunset on the lake.
But though we were blessed with the mountains at sunrise, we couldn’t see the actual sunset on the lake. The sun hid behind clouds all the time, though you could see the brilliance of its colors on the water, and in the sky.
We stayed by the lakeside until the breeze got too cold for us to hang around. But it was lovely listening to the water lap after the sun had set, and the wind blowing from someone’s fingers—okay, I better no get so poetic at this moment, because what followed after that beautiful moment was something I wish I could forget.
We went to this bar, which played passably enjoyable rock music. I’m a big fan of rock, that’s why we checked the bar out, though my friend wasn’t really enjoying the music. He loved the food though. And wanting it to be the best night in Pokahara, I had a margarita.
But it turned out to be a nightmare night, for I woke up at an unholy hour with a strange feeling in my tummy. I thought if I just slept on, it would pass, but it didn’t and I was forced to rush into the bathroom in the middle of the night to throw up.
And I thought it would be a slight sickness, but OMG! You should see how much stuff I dumped into the sink! It was yellowish, orangish, all the good food I’d had in the rock bar, undigested, all the margarita, and it filled the sink! I was scared of myself. How could I throw up all that stuff? So much as to fill the sink to the brim! I looked at my stomach, stunned that it could hold so much stuff yet I always eat only a half a plate of food at a time.
And it sure stunk as hell! I tried to flush it away, but it only blocked the sink. What could I do? I didn’t want the maids to come and deal with this mess in the morning. It was so embarrassing. But being the middle of the night, I couldn’t do anything. I went back to my room and hoped it would go away by itself. Maybe it was just a nightmare.
It didn’t, and now I had diarrhea as well. I kept going to the bathroom, to that terribly stinking place, and each time I went, I saw the mess I’d made in the sink. Now, I was terrified. For what is there to diarrheate yet I’d puked out everything?
A bad night it was for me.
We woke up in the morning, and my friend came up with a plan to clean it up. I was sad to watch him go into the bathroom with a cut-off mineral water bottle and scoop my mess from the sink into the toilet. “It’s a solid,” he told me. “You can’t flush it down the sink! Dump it in the toilet!” That way, we managed to get rid of the stuff without having to make the maid’s life really hard.
This being the last day in Pokhara, we loitered around the lake, which was strangely empty this time of the morning, giving us enough freedom to take pictures of ourselves with the lake in the background. We couldn’t have done this earlier, with everyone staring at us. And going to the lake after a whole night of puking and diarrhea was so refreshing it lifted my spirits, and ensured I left Pokhara on a happy note.