Late this afternoon I got a call from my friend Mark, a trek guide. He had just returned down from a four day trek to Gorepani and Ghandruk. Would I like to go for a beer?
Most of the day I had been reading and writing notes in the garden, the power wasn't due back on until 7 pm, so why not.
When I got down to The Club Amsterdam Mark immediately told me that he had been so concerned about his clients. All the rain we had been having down here in Pokhara meant that there had been a huge snow fall up in the mountains. The accompanying photo was taken by Sarah Benson.
Mark told me that the snow had fallen to as low as 10,000 feet. The snowy trails had been compacted by passing trekkers and at night it had turned into ice; he was worried, as had happened to my friend Helen, for someone to slip and break an ankle. He was so relieved that his group had got back down safely.
So we toasted his good fortune with ice-cold to the touch, frosted glasses of Gorkha beer.
As we smashed the glasses together a blaring Maruti Suzuki Jeep sped by with two large bell speakers on the back.
We turned to each other and said to each other that it was probably a local politician electioneering or even worse a bandh (strike), had been called for tomorrow.
It all happened so quickly that neither Mark nor I had the time to understand what had been yelled at us so we asked Hari the barman, who was on his mobile phone what the guy was screaming on about?
A 10 year-old girl has gone missing and he was pleading for people to search for her.