NOTE: On re-reading this page in my journal I am tempted to omit it. *sigh* I make myself cringe. I'm going to write it out, as is, and justify it with 'well my readership is basically non-existent so no-one will every really know. . .'
My ex-girlfriend once bought me a t-shirt that read 'Damn I look good today' as a birthday gift. The fact that I loved that shirt and wore it proudly for about a year probably reveals a lot about the state of my ego at that point in time. Whilst I still posses what I'd call a 'healthy ego' I can't help but cringe when looking back at my 'Damn-I-look-good-today' shirt wearing phase.
The reason that I'm telling you this story is because that same attitude experienced a brief revival today. I've always been skinny, but never noticeably muscular. It seems that even just 2 weeks of physical work combined with the all-you-need-but-nothign-more nutritional quality of daal baht can cause that to change. I now have abdominal definition. I stood in front of the mirror being literally everything that I hate about the self-obsessed, gym-junkie, stereotype. I ran my hands over my body. . . and although I will regret admitting it, very nearly took a picture to immortalize the moment.
Anyways, enough of that, back to the holiday...
After breakfast Guy and I head off in search of 'Davis Falls', which had been described to us as a 'must see' in Pokhara. We barely knew where we were going so we had to stop and ask for directions many times. We met two young Nepalese boys who spoke excellent english and offered to escort us to the falls - we accepted. On the way our young Nepalese guides pointed out landmarks, gave tips of places to explore next, and were just generally helpful.
When we were only a few minutes from the waterfall one of the boys (who we discovered is only 11) asked for some money for his informal tour service. It caught me a little off guard but in retrospect maybe I should have been expecting it. Anyhow, we negoitiated and settled on 100 Nepalese rupees (the equivilant of $1.30AUD) for their services and we all left pretty happy. Although some people may think that the kids 'swindled' me it really did seem like a fair deal. I couldn't have found my way to the falls without their help and his entrepreneurship was probably deserving of more than 100 rupees.
The falls turned out to be quite underwhelming but it is, admittedly, the dry season. Much more spectacular were the nearby caves from which one could get a much better perspective of the waterfall. We walked home by the river, stopping to feed a beggar some street food (I violated the recommendations of the lonely planet book and had some too) and to watch the locals wash their clothes in the river.