On my last evening in Pokhara I was walking down the street and chatting, actually I think I was bragging really , about my stomach which would accept anything I shoved down my mouth, from fried grasshoppers in China to fried bamboo worms in Thailand. I remember I did look around for some wood and much to the consternation of a gentleman in a travel agent (who probably thought I was there to book a paragliding experience, little did he know the chances of that!) I popped in and knocked on a table and popped out again. 

I actually think it wasn’t a wooden table at all because about 20 minutes into our bus trip from Pokhara to Chitwan I began to feel not wonderfully well, and about 3 hours into the 5 hour bumpy, dusty, very bumpy, windy, extremely bumpy trip I was sick into my hat. (Sorry, you know I tell it as it is) So that’s all I have to say about the rest of that day!

The next morning I was feeling slightly better, there is nothing like a cup of tea and toast and vegemite when you haven’t been well. Although my grandma was fond of a nice cup of tea, a Bex and a lie down when she was feeling poorly *

Our morning activity was a trip on the river to see the crocodiles and a visit to the Elephant Breeding Centre. The last  time I went on a trip to see crocodiles was in Cairns a few months ago and I actually thought this boat was a bit low in the water! 

So you can imagine how thrilled I was when I saw these at the river’s edge! 

We did see quite a few crocodiles sleeping on the banks and even a few floating in the water, thankfully not close enough to take a reasonable photo with an iPhone, so I’ll spare you all a blurry photo of what could be a crocodile if you really squint. 

But I have to include the obligatory reflection, even though I did sneak one in earlier 

The guide did assure us the crocodiles were quite safe. I guess this guy believed that anyway. 

The wifi is really, really slow and it has taken forever to get this far, so I will bid you all goodnight. Slow wifi and I are not the best of friends! 

* I do have to share this though.  While I was writing this post I Googled Bex and found this in Wikipedia. And I always thought this was Grandma’s saying! 

Bex was advertised with the phrase, “Stressful Day? What you need is a cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down”.[2] Bex powders were the housewife’s drug of choice in the 1950s and 1960s until they were shown to be highly addictive and responsible for causing kidney disease when taken in large doses.[2] It has also been linked to kidney cancer.[3]