NEMY, GHANDRUK, NEPAL

MAY 20, 2011

GHANDRUK, NEPAL

We now leave Ghandruk and start our final descent to Nayapul and a mini-bus ride back to Pokhara for the night.  As the heat was building, we all took our final swim in a beautiful glacier stream.  The kind you would see on TV advertisements that they made beer from.

NICOLA NEMY

Sometimes, regardless how well you plan things they end on a sad note.  We all knew our arrival back at our hotel we part with Tikka. I most times admire it in a person when they leave but here I was sad.

Long before we left I always reference that we are going to India and all the rest. These are countries. Tikka was a connection. We got to know each other because we wanted to. We got to know a guide, the husband that took cellphones calls from his wife who called because she missed him.  A son who told stories of how he is looking after his 90+ yr. old dad. A man of the Kingdom of Nepal that told us so many stories of their superstitions, religious likes and political dislikes. Some things he explained matter-of-factly, like we should all know how karma directs our lives.

He was a big brother to the girls.  A comforting reassurance that everything is going to be all right for Kate and I. Maybe by Nepalese standards he’s doing all right but we see it’s tough. Mountain guide sounds good but! He has to farm and do whatever else he can to survive.  Through other international contacts he has been trying to travel aboard to further his personal and financial situation. What he would make in Canada in two months would far exceed his annual income here.  He strives for the one thing that I have found in every person I have met in my life, something a little bit better for himself and his family.

Above all this he demonstrated what we saw here in so many people dealing with so many things, a never-ending smile, laugh and always-cheerful greeting

As we parted I felt a slight bit like Sydney, in “The Killing Fields”, when he had to part with Dith Prawn.  We would soon be back to the comfort of the Western World. Tikka, a man of ambition left behind in a troubled Country.

Does any body know where Ancketill Brewers’ passport is?