After spending time in the numbing chaos of Kathmandu and trekking the arduous trail up to Everest Base Camp, Pokhara felt like a tropical island. Cows and water buffalo roamed the streets, the traffic was only minimal. The road was actually flat, not Nepali flat.
Our Lakeside guesthouse (Hotel Bedrock) was located on a quiet side street, a bit of a walk from the center of Pokhara's traveler epicenter.
The view out our window was of an old building, covered in thick green vines. It had almost taken over the building and brought it to life. Behind my vine-building - a corner of Machhapuchhre peaking over the foothills. The view of this holy mountain blessed our stay in Pokhara. It must have been what set me at ease and allowed me to open my eyes to the beauty Nepal had waiting for me.