I’ve been in Pokhara for the last ten days, and there the Internet is slow to nonexistent. It was a pleasant interlude after all the action in Kathmandu. I used to live there in the 1970s, when it was a dirt road village of mud and wattle farmhouses with thatched roofs. I was on a quest to track down some old friends. That I did, even staying at a lodge on the site of the farm house where I used to live. It was up on the side of the hill, up a steep flight of steps, but with great views of the mountains and the lake. It was more of a family compound, run by an old Nepali friend of mine. So I could relax and feel at home with kids and a big Tibetan mastiff named ‘Tiger’ guarding the place.
In lieu of an official post, this is just a selection of Travel Photography.