Sarangkot, Nepal
SERENITY NOW!!
(With apologies to George Costanza)
After the trek I was in some serious need of recovery time in Pokhara. I spent 48 hours hobbling around the main street with sore knees and calves, getting sports massages, clearing my throat from yet another charming mountain-derived cough and hoping my blistered feet (and weirdly blistered swollen ankles) healed quickly. After I could walk without wincing I moved from the main area of Pokhara to a yoga &a...