So, last night, the unfortunate happened and James succumbed to some sort of tummy issue (I'll spare you the details), thus delaying our trip to Pokhara. Khem was brilliant and rebooked us on the next bus tomorrow, I emailed the hostel to let them know. All good. As we'd had to get up at 5.30am to sort ourselves out, James spent most of the morning napping while I made good headway on a new book (called 'The Girl in the Picture' about the Vietnam war and the famous picture - one from the book exchange downstairs) and managed to work my way through many levels of Mahjong.

Although James didn't feel unwell in any respect, he was not able to move too far from the room, so we were mainly 'house-bound' for the day, although luckily, we do have a terrace outside to sit. Not feeling up for going out for lunch, I got some take away momos from a little vendor down the road (ever the dutiful girlfriend!).

Later in the afternoon some more people arrived - they are on a break for 3 days from volunteering with a project that is deconstructing damaged houses in 'the sticks' (as they refer to it) and clearing the land so that the locals can rebuild their homes. After a day in our little room it was nice to speak to some other people!

Although they invited me out for dinner with them as James wasn't up for going out, I decided against. We had another 5.30 start the next day to get the bus and they seemed like they were up for a good old party! After much discussion though, James succumbed to my hunger pangs and we found the closest restaurant to us that served plain western food. Grilled chicken was the order of the day for sick-note, I had a beautiful pork chop (although I think my body was a bit confused about what to do with red meat all of a sudden)! Although we felt a little bad at eating a properly western meal so early in our trip, I think it was needed, especially for James. The restaurant we ate at was called The Ship and all of the waiters/waitresses there are training for their NVQ or some other diploma in hospitality management; they were all so friendly, English was brilliant and the head waiter man was a hilarious 4ft Nepalese man with the warmest and happiest face.

To avoid unpacking too much of our bags, we opted to sleep without the mosquito nets this time, but keep the windows closed as it was considerably cooler….winner. No nasty night time visitors and for once didn't hear a peep out of the maniac dogs outside.