12th May

We left Pokhara and headed back towards Kathmandu but not before stopping for a 3 hour white water rafting experience. It was much better than expected with some wild rapids and white knuckle moments.

After the rafting we caught a local bus for the rest of the trip back to Kathmandu. The local bus was a little like a colorful coffin – pink ceiling with a green strip approx 1 foot wide running down the center of the ceiling and orange sides with pink highlights and 3 ceiling lights - one blue, one yellow and one red. We stopped several times letting on and off locals including 2 ladies who had their goats (as one does) and a variety of other random parcels. The spaces between the seats were incredibly small that even Azariah had trouble fitting in her legs.

This part of the trip was meant to be 3 hours but due to who knows what, there was a major traffic jam and so the trip took a very, very long 6.5 hours. At least with the bus crawling along, there was little chance of going off the edge of the road, which was reassuring since this road is one of the most dangerous roads in the world and while rafting we saw a crane pulling a truck out of the river that had crashed a few days earlier, killing 2 people and a week earlier another vehicle had gone off the edge killing all 15 people on board.

Praise God for safe travels.