Hari the bastard
Trip Start Sep 01, 2010
86Trip End Ongoing
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Where I stayed
It was definitely a hotel
We bussed it for a short while, got bored, then started walking again. We went off-road for a while and created a stir in some of the villages before stopping for lunch at a place called Tatopani (yep... Daal Bhat) and taking a shower in the local hot spring (Tatopani means 'hot water') much to the spectacle of the locals. Afterwards we got a lift on another bus that took us all the way into Jumla.
Not exactly what you would call beautiful, or even moderately pretty, Jumla's probably what you would describe as a frontier town
Despite the place being ugly, we decided to rest up for a day before we went trekking for real. Whilst wandering the backstreets of Jumla we were approached by a local (lunatic) called Hari, who seemed to have a knack for accidentally meeting every single tourist who passes through his town. He invited us to his home for a cup of tea and seeing as Jumla was boring, we agreed. As we drank he showed us some books filled with comments from fellow tourists. We found an entry by Trent Holden of lonely planet (bastard) and some entries by Sam and Megan. Despite finding nothing untoward in the content, I did acknowledge that a fair few pages had been torn out.
Later that evening we went back to Hari's for dinner. He immediately tried to make us write in his book, I decided to leave it until after dinner. Hari then proceeded to spend the night trying to make us buy things from his shop (at inflated prices), we bought some whisky, but negotiated the conversation away when he started trying to sell us everything else he had for sale. At this point I decided to write my loaded message in his notebook, who'd have thought this was just the tip of the iceberg and that the evening would turn a lot more sinister...
...Hari spent the rest of the evening trying to marry me off to his 9 year old daughter
The next morning we readied ourselves for our attempt at trekking. How I'd got myself in this position I wasn't sure, I vaguely remembered explaining to people how I couldn't be bothered with trekking, yet here I was. Best not fight it though. We took some photos of the lonely planet the only other tourist (an ex-military serious trekker from the US called Joel) was carrying, then headed off towards Rara lake...