From India to Nepal and back again

Follwing Delhi we went to Jaipur, then Pushkar, and Agra, and from Agra we did a mammoth 43 hour trip up to Khatmandu, which included about 15 hours of waiting in train and bus stations, 12 hours on a night train, 6 hours on a local bus and 12 hours on a night bus. Apparently taking a night bus in Nepal is the most dangerous thing you can do here and, after seeing the drops the next day and all of the burnt out buses along the sides of the road, I'm glad we couldn't see them at the time and we definitely won't be doing it again. Nepal is awesome, and just so relaxing in comparison to India. You're hassled but with about a tenth of the ferocity. Most of the people still want to talk to you to sell you something but we have managed to have some geniune conversations before or after the selling process. My personal favourite being with a Nepali man (who chatted to us pleasantly for about twenty minutes before trying to sell his services as a guide) in Khatmandu who taught us that the english needed to relax a little and we needed to follow his motto of: (this has to be said in a Nepali accent, preferably from a short Nepali man who is grinning inanely and wearing a silly hat) "Don't wurry chicken curry" and the slightly dodgier rhyming pattern of "Wurry not coco-nut". Brilliant. Nepal also has its benefits in that it has no urine smell. This has to be a bonus. Khatmandu was just so calming, and we actually stopped in some shops long enough to buy a couple of things. In Pokhara now and, although Amy claims that we've just been for a few walks, I've definitely decided that we've been trekking. I think that any walk in Nepal, especially one that involves walking boots should count as a trek. We've also decided to brave a few salads and fruits whilst it's available and looks cleaner than in India. This could be completely false but no illness has hit us yet. There is a paragliding competition going on here and, as we were watching, we were very quickly surrounded by ten or so children marvelling at my camera and Amy's videocamera. My camera now has about twelve photos of each child wearing my sunglasses and about thirty photos of their fought-over, finger-on-lenses photos of the paragliders. We are doing another trek, yes trek, tomorrow morning to see the himalayas (that definitely qualifies it as a trek) and then getting the morning bus back to India. Going back to chaos.