Back in Pokhara

... we meet with Eddi, a French Warmshowers host who lives here with his Finnish girlfriend.
We meet at the lake for a drink or two and then move on to a bar.
There, we are approached by a guy asking if the bikes are ours, as he is also a cyclist. His name is Mark and he is from Holland.
We later meet him again, exchange numbers, and have a fun evening.
We enjoy a few quiet days in Pokhara, doing laundry, chatting with the owners of Little Buddha Guesthouse, and Franz, an Austrian who has formed an association with the owners to rebuild the village destroyed by the earthquake.

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Eddi and Aura even invite us to have delicious lasagna and we have a great last day (in the evening, we go for dinner with them and John from Annapurna Hiking) before we drive back to Kathmandu.
BY BUS, because the roads are not suitable for cycling...
After a long discussion, we are allowed to take our bikes on the bus.
In Kathmandu, our Warmshowers host Pushka also has some other cyclists staying.
Sam from England, Walter from Holland, Konstantin from Germany, and later Mark from Holland (do you remember Mark? We met him in Pokhara, and because we liked him so much, we told him to come, hihi)
We use the remaining days to clean and pack our bikes, relax,...
Yamaram (a Nepali friend of Daniel, whom we met in Macedonia) has invited us to his home.
(Before we went to Pokhara, we had already met twice, once in his restaurant) Now it no longer exists as there were problems and they sold it - it's amazing how fast things happen here.
The family (with a 15-year-old son) is so warm. It's really amazing how they live.
There is this one 15 sqm room where there are 2 beds, a wardrobe, and a small 'kitchen'.
The shower and toilet are in the hallway.
THAT'S IT.
We looked at photos together, had lunch, and went to a temple.
Afterwards, we were warmly farewell, as if we were old friends. Amazing.

And then in the evening, the time has come and we have to go... we load our Fiat Uno taxi with the 2 bike boxes on the roof, say goodbye to our friends, and off we go...
To New Zealand!

Unfortunately, getting into the airport is not as easy as we thought, as there is a huge crowd of people gathered outside.

The airport is so small that no one is allowed in without a ticket.
So everyone stands outside to wave and blocks the way for others...
Well, that's a great start...