Nepal - Chitawan - Day 3
When I woke and went out onto the balcony this morning, there was a rhino grazing directly across the river from our part of the resort. Definitely getting the jungle resort vibe. We had a slow morning only getting down to breakfast at the time we were due to leave in the car. One of the good things of the driver arrangement was that he was on our time, so he politely waited and never mentioned the delay.
We set off on the trip back with a slightly different route in mind to visit Chandragiri, a town outside Kathmandu from where you can see Everest (on a clear day!). The drive was pretty much the same as all the other car trips on my adventure in Nepal – hot, bouncy, slow, and in a too-small-for-me vehicle. But the only alternative for this trip is a bus, which would at least be large enough for me, but no more comfortable in the long-run. |
Our driver eventually stopped at a very impressive looking Fishtail Restaurant that overlooks the Trishuli River (I’ve just discovered on Google maps – there are no street signs in most of Nepal’s road system that I can see). He bought himself some breakfast (which he’d not had because we were late – I felt bad) and Ayreen and I had tea. The views from this restaurant were spectacular (but I forgot to photograph the actual restaurant). The view upstream gives a good indication of what the valley floors are like in Nepal.
We plowed on flowing the Trishuli River (I now know) until we got to Chandragiri. By now it was after 2pm, so we had lunch before deciding whether to take the cable car to the top of the local mountain (a hill in Nepal, actually) to observe Everest. However, the day was not clear – at least, not clear all the way into the Himalayas – and so we were reassured by several people that Ayreen talked to that the view would not improve from what we got at the bottom station where we ate.
After lunch, we got back in the car and were driven to my hotel. This time the car ride was typical big Asian city traffic chaos, in the heat, the dust, the pollution and the noise. So, typical really. Ayreen returned to her friend John’s home while I settled in to the Kathmandu Guest House and took some time to lodge a blog post (still days behind) as the sun went down.
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