I never realized what would happen when I ate that pizza…
First we went down and flat. But that was only the first part of the day’s trek. Then we crossed a suspension bridge and went up. We were climbing steps forever or so it seemed. Sometimes the steps were little, sometimes the steps were big. Sometimes the steps were smooth, sometimes the steps were bumpy. Sometimes the steps were thin, sometimes the steps were fat. But always the steps went up!
When at last the steps came to a halt at the top of the hill, we had veggie curry and rice each (normally we get three and share). After lunch we climbed again the neverending steps up to our destination, Chommrong!
We were very hungry from all this walking and had three pizzas for tea instead of the usual dhal bhat. Of course, we shared and laughed together, playing pontoon, writing diaries and Mummy and Daddy reading Harry Potter to us. It was most comfortable in that little dining room with civilization all around us.
Then the pizza came and it was delicious. The rich taste stayed in your tummy for a long time after you ate it. Then we climbed yet more steps to bed feeling satisfied, unlocked the door feeling satisfied and got into bed feeling satisfied.
In the night I woke up feeling sick. I got up or tried to. Because as soon as my feet left the bed they hit the wall! I’d tried to get out of the wrong side of my bed. When I was at last out of bed, I felt my way to the wall. It was pitch black! Then I started to cry in despair because I didn’t know which way to go. Luckily, Daddy heard me cry out and showed me the way and I went to the toilet and back to bed.
Then I told him I didn’t feel well. He brought me something to be sick in. Almost immediately after he had left, I was sick! This time Mummy came and sorted me out.
When I woke up again, I was informed that we were not trekking again that day because I was ill but we were exploring the village.
On our way, I fell four or five metres! I landed on my leg it really hurt and the pain didn’t go away. Everyone was asking if I was OK. I said no.
Then Daddy carried me back up the hill to our lodge so that his arms ached. Every time he stepped, it hurt my leg. When we reached the lodge, I lay down and Daddy ready Harry Potter which I definitely think made it better.
Then a helicopter came and took us to hospital. The flight was amazing! I felt as though I was floating on a very noisy cloud! The view went on all the time we were on the helicopter. Mountains skidded past and beneath us us villages skated. Forests seemed like patches of grass and I couldn’t see the difference between paths and rivers.
Then we landed on the roof of the hospital and found out we where in Katmandu instead of where we thought we were going, Pokhara.
I never realized what would happen when I ate that pizza… I would end up in Kathmandu with a broken leg… But now I do!
Are you sure the place was called Chommrong – it sounds to me like it should be called ‘Gonewrong’!
What an amazing account of what happened. You should write a book.
I hope you are managing to get around on your crutches. Don’t try any hand stands, and please don’t eat any more pizzas!
Love to you all
You will have to ask Daddy to use a mobilicorpus charm so that you can levitate. He can then direct you with his wand. (He did pack his wand, didn’t he?). Grandad Alan.
PS: I will cast a Reparo charm for your sore leg. Happy elephanting.
Hello Scarlett (and everyone else!)
It’s really lovely to read your wonderful writing and to hear about your accident ‘from the horse’s mouth’. It’s good to know that you still have your sense of humour and that you are still managing to enjoy your wonderful year of travelling despite this temporary hiccup. Keep cheerful and keep writing won’t you?