28 January Monday
Tatopani, Myagdi
Himalaya Hotel

At first I didn’t want to stay here an extra day. I wasn’t that tired. Lal couldn’t quite hide that he wanted to do his laundry and soak in the hot spring. His back was hurting a little. When he had washed my clothes by hand in Muktinath he had not washed his own; I had not realized that. He was willing to wash his clothes in Ghorepani two days away, which would be cooler but he could dry his clothes by a fire.

Lal soaked in the hot spring early in the morning, then again later but only paid once. I spent quality time on the roof reading The Mezzanine and in the restaurant working on my journal.

Before lunch we went for a walk. Lal had seen the English women at the hot springs; they were now in the patio of the Dhaulagiri eating enchiladas. Debbie said thanks to you I’m feeling much better.
From the cipro or the hot springs?
Both. The warmer weather. We have been here two days.
(Keep taking the cipro three days after you stop having symptoms; I forgot to say that.)

In Bezruchka & Lyons the description to reach the hot springs that the locals use on the other side of the river is to walk upstream twenty minutes, cross a suspension bridge, then walk twenty minutes downstream. There is now a bridge right by the springs made of long pieces of bamboo and boards lashed together, spanning two huge boulders and weighted down at each end with large rocks. There are hand rails too. Although it probably qualifies as a “bridge of dubious design”, we went across. A smaller bridge went across a small channel of the river, where largish tadpoles could be seen in the shallows. Locals were soaking in the hot spring. There were dwellings and some stone structures that were built as memorials to people that had died, according to Lal. Any traveler can take shelter in the structures.