Comes from introducing ourselves as "Ali 'n Julian"

But mildly amusing given my time lord persona.

Stage on one side of the street, audience on the other side. 

We were under a bit of pressure to sit in the front row and our status recognised but we felt a bit like intruders.

The candles on the trays were to show where to put donations.

Finally caught one in flight.

All cut by hand with scythes.

On the other side of the river they are a couple of days ahead. 

"Haystack" building to keep the rice until ready to thresh.

We see more flocks of birds as well as the solitary ones. 

It flew off after its meal.

Used some locally bought jewellers rouge to clean the aluminium. Better than brasso.

Used diesel and our small jet of water to clean the Turkish Tar from wheel arches and suspension.

Downside is either pinched nerves in neck from a cramped bus trip or torn muscles, made worse by all the cleaning.

This one was in Erich's pond.

Alas the hydraulics to lift the lid had burst a pipe.

No entry to inside until the lid is lifted.

A few hours with jacks and a bit of help raised it sufficiently.

One each.

Something for other campers to watch.

There's been a bit of a strike for a few days. No buses, shops, etc.

The Mao flexing their muscles.

A few police and UN in the village.

No driving at all on election day. Seems strange.

A purposeful walk to the polling booths for many.

But time to leave.

Can't say enough good things about Erich and Overland Camping.

Everything we needed, nothing we didn't. Everyone helping everyone else.

South to the Indian border.

Looking back at Pokhara.

We'll return to Nepal in about 5 weeks.

Then we'll spend some time looking at mountains.

A roadside campsite NE of Tansen.

Not too far from Limbini, birthplace of Buddha.