Hille to Pokhara – the Breaking of the Fellowship of the Ring (2nd blog today).

The morning was reasonably clear and we had slept well from 8.30pm up to 6.30am, with a few comfort breaks. 

The guides had been noisy again below us during the night and there were a group of Koreans in the guest house. A few had stayed up, and one had engaged on a marathon solo piss-up. He lasted through to 1am, with guides and friends peeling off for bed at various stages, but he was determined to get completely arseholed. He drank 12 pint and a quarter bottles of Nepali beer. I make that 15 pints. With four quarter bottles of local rum. I make that a full bottle. With some of the locally distilled spirit. I make that the final straw. 

He insisted on staying up, was directed to the toilet but couldn’t operate a simple opening mechanism and pissed his trousers. Sorry I didn’t get a photo. But to his eternal credit he continued drinking with a wet patch across his lap. A credit to Korea. Is it Seoul because they get are-seouled?

He turned up for a 7am breakfast as bright as a button, smelling of piss. His gormless inbred son sat across the table from Jet leering like something from Deliverance whilst she ate her breakfast. Never Ending Peace And Love. We ignored him. 

The last day of the trek. The breaking of the fellowship. But first there was a lovely early morning walk down the track by the river.

Jet has become a trekker. In tough climbs and difficult conditions she has done a great jaaab!

Some of these footbridges are quite remarkable!

And religion plays a part throughout Nepal. Not least with these little shrines. And with great tolerance and co-existence between the Hindus and Buddhists. We’re all Nepalis aren’t We!

At Nayapul the trek ended and reflection, rest, recreation and summat else beginning with R, to continue the alliteration, took over. 

A taxi picked us up and we drove over the mountains to Pokhara. Checked in to our hotel and said goodbye to the boys.



Cheers me dears for an unforgettable experience.

Me and Jetty went for lunch near the lake and I had a shave and haircut.

The evening was a great meal at The Harbor Restaurant after Jet had scrutinised the menu.

We were in Pokhara that afternoon as the bodies of those lads were flown in to the local airport by helicopter. Bad luck is an executioner in these mountains. God bless boys.

Night night.