As planned, we met at the rooftop early in the morning. Many other tourists as well, mostly Japanese, had gathered on the adjacent roofs with their cameras. Bistarai ghaam udauna thalyo. The mountains were in full view, starting from pink, and turning golden as the sun rose. Dozens of cameras came into action. Slowly the peaks turned white and M could see some of the “reflection” that I had assured him of. As much as we would love to spend more time on the roof, we had a long day ahead. Our destination of the day was Ghandruk. We reluctantly headed downstairs to our rooms, and met at the lobby with our gears packed. We left the hotel and walked back to the main street where we were to catch a local bus to the Baglung Bus Park after having breakfast. In compliance with the restaurant’s name, we decided to have our breakfast at Don’t Pass Me By. Although it was a chilly morning, we sat outside by the waterfront to catch a partial view of the mountains. The service was slow but the food was excellent. Ani thotro Tata ma chadhera Mustang Chowk tira lagiyo. Tyaha bata baya modi airport lai daya pardai Prithvi Chowk ma pheri baya modi bus rokiyo. “La Bagar Bagar Bagar Bagar” bhandai conductor karauna thalyo. Yo America basera motaera hola, pahile jastai gari local bus ko seat ma sajilai basna nasakne bhaechu. Tyaha chadheko ek jana lai jhyaal ma basna diyera I took the aisle seat so that I could still stretch my legs. In a few minutes bus aghi badhyo. Sabhagriha Chowk(?) bata New Road tira daya modiye pachi pheri Himal ko darshan paiyo. Ani Chipledhunga ma daya modera pheri Mahendrapul ma baya modiyo. Pokhara ko downtown yahi ho bhanera sathi haru lai bujhae. Soon we entered the older part of the city. Palikhechowk (Pokhara ma jati dherai chowk aru kahi chaina ki kaso?) bata Tersapatti hudai Baglung Bus Park nira pugepachi hami orliyaun. A short walk of perhaps 200 meters took us to the bus station from where we were to take a bus or taxi to Nayapul. Kramasha