The Bus from Lamaket

With a herd of goats (quite possibly magical Ms Gow) to bid as farewell from Sikles, we headed back down the mountains to a valley on the other side, hoping to catch the bus back to Pokhara from Lamaket in a few hours or so.

We made good timing getting down from the mountainside to the river in a few hours. A village on the other side of the hill you can just make out here was actually below Sikles. Not a place you would want to drop a ball, or anything really.

The walk down steep mountain paths was still spectacular, as was the river when we reached it below.

We then hiked along the river for a few more hours, and it turned out to be quite a bit more of a trek than we had anticipated. We missed the afternoon bus, so we spent the night in a small village at the end of the trail.

 With no accommodation available, we were kindly offered the floor in the local primary school. It had some of the best views I have ever seen.

The little black backpack was my supplies for the week (we did eat along the way and I washed everything with one bar of soap), but still - I was really proud of myself for the light packing. Not that I could have managed to carry much more up those passes!

All in all, the trekking was incredible, the company and hospitality along the way (with many thanks to my amazing guide Bishnu as well), and the experience unforgettable. From the hot buffalo milk to the breathtaking views of the Himalayas, not soon to be forgotten!