"Hey Darius, are you coming?'. It was Santos and the pick-up truck would leave soon for Pokhara. I was reluctant, as one is at 4.30am, to break my restful state and exchange it, and the beautiful farm by the river at Damauli with it's bamboo and Orange groves and herb gardens, with the humming tourist paradise by Phewa lake at Pokhara, but I felt I had to move.

After a tea, we headed off in the dark over the bumpy dirt road, through the early morning mist, our driver-the charismatic K.B.Gurung-dodging speeding trucks in the weak dawn glow, and arrived in Pokhara to the stunning sight of the Annapurna massif in absolutely clear weather, daubed with all the honeysuckle hues of pink and orange on it's gigantic summits.

K.B Gurung built his farm around sustainable agriculture and he wants to open a bamboo factory to give 100000 people jobs in a country riven by poverty and political chaos. The farming practices he advocates, like share cropping- which prevents leeching of the soil by repeated fertilizer use- would benefit thousands in Nepal. I hope I will go back soon to investigate a little more, but for the time being I am in Pokhara and absolutely dismayed to hear of the violence in Tibet. But I am hardly surprised after what I saw and heard during my time there.

Let there be a just solution is what I say, each and every one of us is responsible and connected to our fellow human beings, so we ought to do something.