When you name your daughter after the Kali Gandaki River in Nepal, you pretty much have to take a rafting trip down that river if you find yourself in that country. Even if it means spending more than your daily budget and using all your Christmas money from family to make it happen.
“When I say, run, run forward,” said my guide.
“Ok,” I said.
“When I say, come back, walk backward.”
“When I say, go, sit back in the seat and lift your legs.”
I ran forward, walked back, ran forward again, then leaned back into the seat, lifted my legs and suddenly I was flying.
The traveler friendly main street in Pokhara, Nepal was like a breath of fresh air after 2 ½ months in India. Ok, maybe that is a bad analogy since the air in the town was terribly polluted, but we were very happy to be in a place with a wide variety of restaurants and shops catering to the needs and wants of travelers.