Fresh off our Pokhara high and still smelling faintly of yak wool and victory, we pointed ourselves toward India—via Buddha’s birthplace, border chaos, river rituals, marble perfection, and (we hope) a few striped superstars. Lumbini by Bike We hopped on $2 rentals and pedaled to the modest complex marking Buddha’s birth. Shoes off, hush on: inside are protected...
Pokhara has been our gentle reset button: a lakeside town (hello, Lake Fewa) tucked under the Annapurnas, where the air is calmer, the coffee is slower, and everyone casually admits, “I could never live in Kathmandu.” We’ve spent a week here catching our breath, doing laundry that should’ve been done sooner, and reliving a five-day trek to Poon Hill that left our...
From our hotel in Pokhara, I’m looking back on two packed weeks in Nepal—friendly faces, helpful strangers, and a welcome absence of pushy sales tactics. We tweaked plans around the slow-moving Indian visa machine, squeezed in a hilltop detour, wandered an ancient city, and bumped our way into the jungle for rhinos (success) and tigers (not so much). Visa Limbo & A...
Fresh off the ship and firmly back in backpacker mode, we landed in Nepal with one big mission: survive Kathmandu’s wonderful chaos long enough to snag our Indian visas. Waiting Patiently for an Indian Visa in Kathmandu I might have mentioned it before, but one of the main reasons we came to Nepal was to get our Indian visas. We couldn’t do it in Canada because we’d...