Day trip to town

Lukey tripped while running, fell over and landed on a rock on the way down, blood spread everywhere, some quick first aid from Rissa with a small cloth and pressure for 30 seconds saw a stop to the blood.

We were given plenty of advice by passerby's about rushing to a Dr including a much needed plaster of some kind.

Luke seemed jolly and didn't lose consciousness so we continued on to town. Luke spent the rest of the walk in the backpack reasonably quiet.

On our way home  Tara for some reason really wanted to take the pink bus up to the village. Rissa hated the idea so it was a Tara and daddy trip. Then Luke felt left out so it became a race. 

Rissa on foot with Luke in the Ergo backpack with Tara and Boyd riding in the bus.

I had a much needed snickers bar and 10 Somoza's with some oranges for Tara for the ride.

Rissa had a good swig of water. We loaded up, 42 heads I counted, 10 sacks of rice in the isle in the 20 seater 4x4 bus. We were crammed in nicely. The bus started and we were off, Risa darting across the road to the stairs down to cross the river.

We however drove through traffic only to stop to fill up on diesel at the only petrol station in town.

After what felt like ages (this was a race) we started the crawl up the hill. The bus driver looked at least 18 and very experienced.

Images of an episode of Topgear flowed through my mind as we came to the first  crossing of the two paths. The walking track essentially goes strait up where the 4x4 track weaves back and forth the hill side crossing the walking track a number of times.

I looked out of our little window listening to Hindi music with Tara on my knee wanting another orange from out of the bag wedged between our feet. Dam there was rissa ahead by 100 m helping Lukey do what looked like poos on the side of the track.

The bus lurched on banging our heads on the window as it wobbled and crawled along the bumpy track. Each hairpin was a 2 point turn.

I rode this track on a mountain bike before and was too bumpy and rocky to get any speed on the way down. For the next hour we rode and each passing of the walking track we spotted  Rissa. The other passengers figuring out our little game were helping me find her by pointing  and yelling in Nepaly. Sometimes I would need to fend off branches coming through the window as we drove close to the bank.  My bum was numb, my legs ached when we arrived. We climbed out to see Rissa 100m below us. 

We won but only just.