Thursday, April 23, 2015
Walking to Mike's Restaurant along Lake Fewa.
For our last day together in Pokhara (I would leave for Kathmandu by bus the next day) we decided to walk to breakfast at Mike’s Restaurant, on the boardwalk of Lake Fewa. I highly recommend it! The food and service are great, they have a good mix of Nepali and American food on the menu, and the outside eating area is beautiful. Seated right on the boardwalk we were able to watch people walking by as we ate.
This particular morning in addition to the people just out for a walk we also saw a man walk by with some large pieces of colorful corrugated metal roofing on his head. There was also a somewhat loud old man, who seemed to be drunk, moving from table to table, maybe looking for a handout. He finally settle at one table and I think they served him – or maybe it was given to him. But they handled it with class and all turned out ok.
After breakfast we spent the morning walking about Pokhara’s lakeside district looking at shops, and we went to Wal-mart! Ha! Then we ventured away from the main street to where it was more residential. There we saw some up-scale hotels and markets, as well as agriculture and many of the typical “mini-marts” which all have the same collection of plastic packaged junk-food (though this one also has onions…).
We returned to Sacred Valley for lunch and a break. The weather was great so we ate in the outside dining area and read the Kathmandu Times. Next we went back out in another direction, Nora looked for jeans, and among other things, we saw a school with some interesting slogans painted on the walls.
I also wanted to buy some fruit. At a little hole-in-the-wall produce stand I noticed that they had two types of oranges, some were entirely orange in color and others, slightly smaller, and green and orange colored. I was curious about the difference and wanted to ask, but the woman didn’t speak English. As is often the case, a child in the household did speak English, and so a young girl, about 10 years old, stepped forward to help me. It was sweet of her, and I asked her what the difference was between the two oranges. She confidently held up the larger one and said “this one is orange,” then holding up the other she said “this one is green.” So, I had my answer! I thanked her and bought some of each. Later, when I ate them, I couldn’t detect any difference.
Walking about Pokhara.
That evening we went to a somewhat fancy restaurant that obviously catered to foreigners, in their food, and also in how they treated the customers – more formally seating us, etc. But the point is… the pizza was truly fine!
