I arrived in Delhi at 3 in the morning and waited in the airport till 8:45 (my flight was supposed to leave at 10:00), when I was told that the flight has been canceled. The next one was at 19:30 - so I decided to go to a hotel and have a sleep.
Taking a rickshaw into Delhi - I felt as if I came back home. All the sights, colors, smells and also the suffocating air.
It was a good feeling (except for the suffocating air)
I was surprised that I remembered all the places in Delhi - and knew were everything was.
When I arrived in Kathmandu - I had the same feeling - as if I came home and I remembered all the places.
After a day of shopping and taking care of things I took the night bus to Pokhara.
An Anecdote - When I was in ninth grade - Zeave (my instructor) told me that when you go swimming in an oasis - never go naked. When I asked why he said that there are leeches (ALUKOT) and if they attach themselves to you - you have to burn them off. If you just pull them - then their mouth and part of their digestive system stays attached to your body.
It rained the whole way and I didn't sleep at all. I also didn't drink enough. I got to Pokhara and took a taxi to the start of the trek that I planned. The beginning was beautiful - almost tropical. Full of palm trees, Ferns and a lot of green. 
The weather wasn't too good - but at least it wasn't raining. Once I started to climb the mountain I discovered that a night of rain doesn't go well with paths that are made of mud. I came across a few small mudslides. At one point I walked on the mud path and the path fell apart and I slid about two meters down. 
Along the way I met a few locals that were very nice and hospitable. The paths were interrupted by small streams that began because of the night rain, and I had to cross the knee-deep streams.
While walking up the mountain I came upon a water mill that was working, and grinding corn into flower. It always amazes me that there are still places in the world that are using this unchanged method that I learned in Archiological classes. 
After about 1100 meters of vertical climbing - I stopped for lunch. A Nepal local guy stopped next to me. While I was eating and talking to him I remembered that I didn't drink enough - so I started to drink and decided to stay for a few hours at that place and drink. Unfortunately - I discovered that there are leeches all over. The local guy told me that in the next village (another 400 vertical meters) there aren't any leeches. I decided to continue walking up the path.
After about an hour of walking I looked down at my shoes and saw that there were moving. There were covered with a few hundred leeches! Since I was in the middle of a narrow path that was in the middle of a lot of bushes (that were also covered with leeches) - I ran back a few meters to were the path was wider and with rocks. I quickly got naked and took out my lighter (If Claudia Sefer came and asked me for a light - I wouldn't be able to get it out faster!).
I started to burn out all the leeches (and most of my leg hair - what a smell). I had about 30 leeches on my feet - some small and some big. One of the bustards got into an open YABELET and I had to pull of the skin before I could burn him out. In my frantic attempts to burn the leeches I also pulled two leg mussels (probably because I was a bit hydrated). 
After taking off all the leeches I decided that this trek isn't going in the right direction and I decided to turn back. I walked down to the next village and asked a local guy to get me a porter. While I was waiting they brought me a glass of tea. Only after a tasted it did I discover that it wasn't a glass of tea but of their local sour milk. It made my stomach hurt.
After ten minutes came an old, skinny, one eyed guy with a rope and Kafkafim. I was told he is the porter. I told him my bag was heavy - and he checked it and said no problem. I didn't feel good to give this old guy my bag - but decided that it will be O.K. The porter tied a rope around My bag and picked it up from his forehead and we started to walk back down to the road when it started to rain.
On the way I vomited - probably because of the sour milk. When it rained - the porter opened his umbrella and continued to walk. By the time I got to Pokhara I was soaking wet, was nauseous (feeling like vomiting) and had a headache from been dehydrated. I check into a hotel and told a "boy" from the hotel to go and buy me water. I started to drink, but every time I drank - I vomited. I decided to go to a hospital. They gave me two liters of fluids (INFUZIA), and left me there for observation (actually - they wanted me to stay there since they get a lot of money from the insurance for every night I stay there). Now I am fine - no problems - just resting. Next time I will have better luck. I am sure of it.
