Asien-2: Pokhara
I have got some requests to start blogging in English so I thought I’d try that for this post. If you want me to switch back to Swedish please let me know by sending me an email or post a comment.
As the true Jetpackers we are we took a private car from Kathmandu to Pokhara. The main reason for this was to visit the Manakamana temple that lies half way. Since it was Saturday this turned out to be a pretty gory experience as the locals where sacrificing goats and roosters at the temple. Before we got there Fredrik thought it was going to be like an Indiana Jones movie where the priest slaughter animals on an altar above a chanting crowd, but it was not like that at all. The slaughter happened behind a little wall but it was still pretty disgusting in there with piles of goat heads lying against the wall and blood everywhere. Henning was amazed that the blood was so vividly red but Fredrik explained that that’s how it looks when blood has a lot of oxygen in it.
Pokhara is a really beautiful town that lies along a little lake with the massive backdrop of the Annapurna range. Unfortunately for us, as long as we’ve been here, thick clouds have been covering the Himalayian side of Pokhara so we haven’t really seen the Annapurnas yet.
Fredrik did some Parahawking which is paragliding but with a tame bird. It basically works like this: The Egyptian vulture called Bob flies back and forth between two tandem gliders collecting small pieces of buffalo meat from one of our outstretched arms while searching for thermal winds. The scariest part according to Fredrik was actually going up to the starting point when they crammed five people in to a small car with Bob, that seemed giginatic compared to the car, riding in the front seat. Fredrik thought parahawking was a really amazing experience and well worth the pretty hefty price of €120 for 40 minutes. Henning didn’t do the flight and instead waited on the ground with a cup of macchiato…
Tomorrow we will leave civilization for 5 days to do the “Poon Hill” trek… stay tuned!
Hej igen!
Du kan tala om för Fredrik att han har fel! Syrerikt blod är _ljusare_ än syrefattigt. Så hönorna hade nog dött av syrebrist.
Pappa Andreas
heh, när du skrev att parahawking var som paragliding fast med en tam fågel föreställde jag mig att man hängde med sele från en jätteörn. Nästan så man blev besviken när man fick se bilden, det hade ju varit himla coolt :)
Andreas: Nej här has inga fel. Det var just att blodet va så ljust som Henning reagerade på. Alltså säger vi samma sak. Det syns däremot inte så tydligt på bilden ovan. Angående dödsorsaken så vill jag minnas att det var en rätt så stor kniv inblandad så det har jag inte funderat mer över :-)
Kul läsning, synd att jag inte kan engelska…;)
Vem är tjejen som Fredrik raggat upp på bild 3? Ser riktigt fin ut! Ha d bra!