The lake

7th of October

Beside some excessive queuing at surprising places, like mountaintops, and the rare but still constantly reappearing realization that not a single piece of clothing you own is clean enough to wear, our trip to the lake this afternoon was the first resembles of home. Since I've grown up having plenty and regular encounters with water, even being trained from an early age in the rules, conducts and common decency on the sea, I got really annoyed and frankly insulted when the local renter of boats had a little argument with me. After some unneeded and worsening attempts to guide our boat to shore, he accused me of not knowing how to handle a simple paddle.

His paddle, supposedly made of wood, had sunk in the middle lake, like it suddenly came to life when coming in contact with the water and decided that the bottom of this possibly quite deep lake was a good place to start off his or her pension. The renter wouldn't find this very believable and had early made up his mind about me being an other inexperienced and most likely drunk tourist. When those few occasions occur that this isn't the case it gets quite hurting and now brought up a few bad memories from my time at the supermarket. So I paid him his money and went to get drunk and try stuff I've never done before.

Later that night, when watching the moon over the lake and letting the last intoxication enchant the view, a group of fellow drinkers passed my bench, clinging to each other for what could be physical contact, maybe mental support but most likely just balance. They were white guys, with hair in random creations and loose, hippie-like clothing, all of them drunk beyond dignity. It was a sad view, fun from time to time as they slowly tumbled past but still sad.

This, Pochara Lakeside, isn't better then any other vacation resorts, just possibly a bit cheaper if you like dal bhat. I was probably the tenth white tourist that day that was complaining to the renter, of course he didn't believe me. Although, a paddle of wood should sink.

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