I wake up all alone. I’m now back to travelling alone again. There are no other’s staying where I am and since the airport, not a single foreigner in sight. Away from all of the riffraff and busy city centre, I have nothing to bother or wake me up other than the sounds of the birds. It’s pure tranquillity. Having slept for a good 12 hours, I’m now able to walk around and fully appreciate the place in which I am currently residing. My bedroom is a bright and spacious room with the natural Read more [...]

It’s true. The last 8-9 days which I have spent with my father, I have been treated like a pampered princess. There were unlimited amounts of cold coffees (easily 6 with one morning breakfast) and the best fresh fish meals you could eat by the local lake. Not only that, but there was even an option for room service. I was living in paradise, at least so I thought. We get ready for our flight to Kathmandu (flying! – another luxury) and realise upon boarding that we took up a third of the passengers Read more [...]

Day after our strenuous trek, all we wish to do is chill out and recover from any leg pain and leech attacks. So we wake up, have our usual breakfast (2 eggs, 2 pieces of toast, butter, jam and a tea/coffee) and then leave to find a boat which would take us across the river. We had heard such lovely things about the other side including the fact that it had a chilled out restaurant which served beer and allowed you to drink it whilst looking out upon the open water. We were under a strong agreement Read more [...]

With the following few days forecasted to be classic monsoon rainfall we realised that it was unrealistic to wait for a dry day. If we were certain that a trek is what we wanted to do then it the rain was unavoidable. So we (my father and I) booked ourselves in for a two day trek in the mountains. I was already prepared with a small torch, a mini backpack, some toilet paper and of course my trusty iPod which is always by my side. With such downpour it was advised that we invested in something rainproof. Read more [...]

Shocked from what we saw and needing time to just take it all in, my father and I decide to just continue sitting on our chosen steps. Looking directly in front of us, there wasn’t anything which could have diverted our attention more than this. There was a man dressed in an orange cloth to which we could only assume he was a monk, until he appeared to do some rather un-monk-like things. First of all he got a metal pole and placed it between his legs. He would then pull it up as much as possible Read more [...]

It’s Friday 13th and the day that I meet up with my father for the first time since he took me to Heathrow airport 3 ½ months ago. I’m excited to be able to have a face-to-face catch up with him over a pint of beer. He sends me an address of his luxurious hotel and a random man and motorbike ride later, I am able to hunt him down. We decide to take a walk down to the River Ganges to a particular spot which was a hotspot for Indian funerals to take place.  This consisted of carrying down Read more [...]