Coming home to something real
Village life was the part of the trip that made Nepal feel less like a destination and more like a place we were briefly, generously allowed into.
We stayed at a lodge hosted by Rashmita and her lovely children. After big days riding or exploring, we would come back to a traditional home-cooked meal — different food each night, warm, simple, and exactly what you wanted after a day outside.
Some evenings were just properly lovely: helping the kids with their homework, hanging around the lodge, watching normal family life happen around a bunch of sweaty mountain bikers who had somehow dropped into the middle of it.
And then there were the ridiculous bits: the NZ vs Nepal kids pump track competition, which of course they absolutely smashed us at; stumbling across random kids in the middle of nowhere; wandering into a school sports day; getting a tuk tuk back from a nearby village with Dean and me already folded into the back before old mate stopped to let another two huge dudes in; and shopping for knock-off North Face bags like the world’s least subtle tourists.