A far away story

I have never told you about that trip to Pokhara.

The Secret City was called once...

I took a bus from Kathmandu.

A cheap one, a local.

The road was sooo bad that the bus was jumping all the way long. 

You were looking down - chaos.

You were looking up - massive, extremely high mountains.

The Himalayas

Yeah, now actually, I am, far away...

Far away from what?

I look at the reflection on the window.

Who are you?

Your true self, she says...

You find yourself when you lose yourself, - remember?

"Love can go where the wolves do not dare..."

The bus stops.

We wait hours and hours.

What happened?

I need to pee.

It's night.

I go out with an Estonian girl - the only tourist in the local bus!

We walk in the rain among cars and people.

A big truck upside-down.

And many cars, too.

100 meters in front of us.

"The road falls from the rain..."

"What?"

"Yeah, pieces of the road just collapse all the time... We are very lucky."

I reached Pokhara around midnight.

Nobody was at the hostel's reception.

It was raining.

Just opened randomly a room's door.

It was empty.

I fell asleep like a rock.

Alkistis :)