- Peter Kuruvita
As we reached Chitwan, we pulled in to a lovely complex of old wood and faux wattled walls, with wide basket light fixtures. It was quite beautiful.
We got up early and took the purple bus to Pokhara. The non-day bags were loaded onto the roof, and I can only hope nothing breakable was in there because they were hurled up with some force!
The city has been there for centuries, and there is a charge for tourists to enter. We walked through the city with our guide, looking at the buildings before we reached the house of the Living Goddess.
Nepal though, is a vibrant, chaotic, beautify place. The clothes, the buildings, the sun over the mountains are all a riot of colours that can be a challenge to do justice, and that shooting Black and White would impede.
I once again got up at 5:30 to try and capture the sunrise. The air was brisk and the sky still dark as I sought out options for my shooting location.
This was the final full day of the trekking and it was tough. I made a huge mistake in packing by putting all my spare lenses in the porter’s bag
I dragged myself out of bed at about 5:30 in order to take photographs of the sunrise. It was ok, but not stunning, more because of the clouds than anything else, but it led to a nice open image of the mountain.
After about an hour of bouncing along the roads, once we’d managed to make it out of Kathmandu, we got our first proper glance at the Himalayas. They are, in a word, breathtaking.
