Jiri to Pokhara – to rest before the end (4th blog today)

We got up at 5.30am at Nir’s house to rock down the road to catch an early bus. It was a quick goodbye to the place where Hillary and Tenzing started it all.

And a final group hug to celebrate the passing of the Fellowship.

All things must pass.

Tolkien puts a lot of emphasis on the slow return from Minas Tirith to the Shire. It feels right to do so. And it feels right for me to do so.

Me, Dav and Nir took the bus to Kathmandu, which Nir said took 4 hours. It took 10 hours. bouncing Nepali music all the way.

And finally into Kathmandu at 5.00pm. We took a taxi to our previous hotel, where Dav would stay for the next few nights, seeing the sights of this most frenetic of places. Nir showed us to the door of our hotel and then left to stay with his brother here in the city.

Dav and I went out to the same restaurant we ate at nearly three weeks ago. And the burgers were great! We rode back to the hotel in a pedal taxi. A late night laugh.

Cheerio Dav. It’s been a gas but you can’t follow me. I’m going to the Grey Havens, before retiring to the Undying Lands. My advice to you is that you cannot be always torn in twofold . You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

Here is the view of and from my bedroom in Pokhara.

And the view from the hotel roof,

I probably won’t blog anymore this trip, so I’ll take the opportunity now to thank you all, my wife, family, friends and visitors for the support you have given me and Killerby, Thank you and a la prochaine.

Night night.