Pokhara is a small city about five hours west of Kathmandu - an adventurer's Shangri-la. People come here to para-glide, start treks around the Annapurna range, hunt spiders, get food poisoning, climb mountains, go rowing in the lake, and other stuff.
Kristin and I came here to see the sunrise over the Annapurna range of the Himalayas, among other things. After a butt clenching 6 hour drive from Kathmandu on a two lane road filled with garishly adorned trucks and buses, we arrived in Pokhara, thankful for cheating death on the dangerous mountain bends. The traffic went both ways, many a head-on collision was narrowly diverted, and at one point, we got stuck in a traffic jam behind a guy trying to shove a newly purchased coat rack into his small car. It didn't work. He drove off in what I imagine to be a fury of disappointment. We were also starving.
