Across the lake from our hotel, on the top of a tall hill, is the world peace pagoda, a Buddhist shrine. On our first day in Pokhara nine of us set out walking to go to it. We first rode in boats across the lake, stopping at a temple on an island in the lake, then landing on the other side. The steps up were uneven and steep and the climb took over an hour in the heat. But it was peaceful there. We sat in the shade of the monument, soaking up the coolness of the stone floor, for a good long time before we climbed back down on the other side, finding lunch along the way and stopping at the bottom at Devi’s Fall, where the river had once swept away a person named Mrs. Davis.
The next day all the guests except Claire, Don and I went to Sajal’s home, where the women had their feet pedicured and painted red and the men had shaves and haircuts. Claire and I spent the day in the “Spa and Beauty Saloon” getting our nails done and having massages and facials. We were in the midst of this when family members showed up with the foot painting lady to paint our feet even as we rested under sheets.
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