msauer2004-11-25 16:21 UTC · post #25
Hi There Again =)
We have just returned from our trekking adventure in the Langtang National Park in the north of Nepal. Back in Kathmandu again, it's hard to believe we've spent close to a month and a half hiking nearly every day, usually for at least 6-8 hours a day.
Our Langtang excursion began with a wild and crazy all day bus ride to the town of Dunche. We wanted to hire a Landcruiser (4-wheel drive) and driver for the journey but due to a recent landslide in the area we were forced to take a bus. They told us the bus would stop near the landslide where we would all disembark, hike beyond the rock-covered road and then jump on another bus for the remaining part of the journey (In some ways this bus trip required more courage for us than passing the Thorung La).
The next morning we load up on gravol, board the bus and offer our prayers to Ganesha for a safe trip. The first section of road is paved and although winds and twists, snaking its way through the valley, it is relatively comfortable. However, after lunch the pavement ends. The dirt road ahead is full of potholes, deep rock-covered ditches and the bus rocks and shakes bouncing us up and down like a trampoline. The leather-covered foam seats beneath our sitting bones feel as hard as cement as we bounce up and down with the motion. As the bus gears down to handle the relentless switchbacks ahead, we glance out the window, catching a glimpse of the steep drop-offs below that our bus seems to narrowly miss. People climb the side of the bus and ride on the roof. Others cram themselves into the aisle, sitting on top of the rows pepsi boxes that were loaded on recently to be transported to the next town. An elderly Nepali woman seated in the aisle next to us, up-chucks into the small plastic bag she carried with her for the journey. The mixture of human smells and diesel exhaust lingers throughout the bus and we are very thankful that our gravol is actually working. Finally, at 5pm covered in dust, exhausted we arrive at the end of our journey in the town of Dunche.
On the way to our hotel Dawa meets a friend he hasn't seen in some time. We are invited into their home and sit sharing conversation and tea together. The wife is very welcoming and friendly. She sits on the floor, crouched over her clay oven roasting soybeans and popcorn for us to snack on. Her husband, who was sleeping when we arrived, has already drank several cups of Rakshi (local alcohol, made from various combinations of barley, millet, rice and always yeast) we think. He is very happy to see Dawa but sits complaining about his bad situation. Dawa translates for us, he says, "I am an old man, I have six daughters, no sons, I am very sad... I have no sons... I am so sad", he repeats. His complaints continue, the same story, again and again. Finally, Dawa says in his sweet singing voice, "Me too, I have a wife and two daughters, same as you... but I am very happy man!" With a brilliant smile he says, " I am so blessed to have two nice daughters and a lovely wife, so I am very happy". The old man keeps searching Dawa's eyes, wishing and wondering how he too could be happy. For us, it's just another perfect example of Dawa's great attitude and state of mind - a wonderful reflection of the wise teaching, 'One's experience in life is quite simply a result of what one focuses on'.
The next day we begin our mountain trek, descending down a rough stone staircase, beyond the green terraces of rice, to the distant margins of the Langtang Khola (river). Several hours later we reach the town of Syaphru Besi (1460m). Our days are filled with music, singing and laughter. We are all so happy to be together again and back to our daily treking routine. Beyond the town of Syaphru Besi the trail begins to climb leading us back into the moist and vibrant green jungle. All afternoon we continue to ascend. Suddenly, at the top of a cresting hill, we hear the rustling of crisp leaves. We stop to notice the tall bamboo trees swaying in the distance. Dawa has keenly spotted the Langur monkey amongst them. High above us, a mother sits, perched amidst the bending branches, clutching her baby against her breast. Below her the other monkeys jump from tree to tree in a graceful acrobatic dance. We all linger for a while silently observing and admiring their playful world. The whole experience feels very magical! Back to the trail again we discover a new found excitement in our step.
We break for lunch in a small settlement called Bamboo Lodge and enjoy three abundant helpings of Dal Bhat under the welcome shade of a tarp-covered hut. Having done virtually no research for this trek, it is wonderfully exciting to watch the villages along the trail, which appear as mere foreign names on our map, come to life!
Our trail for the next three days continues to climb upwards. On our way we spend one night in Rimche (2440m). On our map Rimche appears like a village but upon arrival we discover it consists of only two small lodges. We stay in Hotel Ganesh. This small lodge is perched on the hillside and has beautiful views of the Langtang valley from which we have just come. It is run by a lovely couple, Dindup and Tsering and their three children, Sangmo, Lopsang and Gylasang, whose ages are 15, 14 and 12. We are touched by their warm-hearted and benevolent nature. The children busy themselves attending to duties and chores with loving enthusiasm and mindful attention. The next day their one month vacation will end and they will need to return by foot down the valley to the town of Syaphru Besi. Here they will study for the rest of the year in Kathmandu and will only return home the following year on their next vacation. The lodge owners also have a third son. His name is Karma Tenzin. They tell us that when he was just seven years old, he left the family and moved to Dharamsala, India. At this very young age he decided that he wanted to become a monk. He is now twenty and still lives in Dharamsala. Later in the evening we all gather in the rustic warmth of the kitchen, where we are lovingly welcomed in as part of the family. Dindup and Tsering share stories of their life, upbringing and some interesting history of the local area. We ask how they felt about their first son leaving at such a young age. With a loving smile Tsering replies, "we are so blessed to have a monk in the family, and we are very happy". Our experience and time spent in this cozy lodge is one of our favorite memories of our Langtang trek.
The next village on our journey is Langtang (3330m), and our final destination on this part of the trail is Kyanjin Gompa (3730m) on day 4. The small and picturesque village of Kyangin Gompa, is set in a valley of dry scrub vegetation and surrounded by majestic snow-covered peaks. We spend an extra day here taking a day hike to Tsergo Ri (4984m) to view these magnificent mountains close up. At these higher elevations, the lodges have a warm wood burning stove around which we sit reading, writing, playing cards, chanting or just relaxing. On day 6 we retrace our steps down the same trail, loosing 3000m of elevation, only to regain it again on the other side of the valley. Just beyond Bamboo Lodge (1400m) our trail forks and again immediately climbs. We spend the following night in Dursagang (2600m), and the next in Lauribinayak (3930m) which is surrounded in clouds by the time we arrive at 2pm. In the morning we awake to a brilliant blue sky, a dusting of snow and an outstanding view of the northwest Himalayas. On the trail by noon, now in alpine country, the clouds follow us all the way, blanketing all views of what lies ahead. At the top of a rocky ridge, we are nearing the settlement of Gosainkund when suddenly the misty cloud dissipates to reveal a glorious look at the first of the famous lakes, Bhairuv Kund. Just a few metres beyond is the location of a few small lodges, all offering wonderful lakeside views. Ours sits perched above the beautiful Gosainkund Lake (4380m) which now shimmers in the afternoon sun. We sit by the lakeside, nearly freezing, sipping on tea and snacking on Snickers. Gosainkund is the third and largest lake. It has a large black rock in the middle, said to be the head of Lord Shiva. According to legend, Shiva himself created this high altitude lake, when he pierced a glacier with his trident to obtain water to quench his thirst after consuming some poison. On the NW side of the lake there is a shrine and several small stone shelters for pilgrims. Hundreds of people come here to worship and bathe in the lake during full moon festival each August.
Rising early the next morning, on Mark's birthday, November 20th, we ascend from this very auspicious setting, on a rugged and snow-covered trail to the Lauribinayak Pass (4610m). At the top there is a small windy hillock marked with many prayer flags, a rock chorten and outstanding views in all directions. We finish the day (10) with a big descent to Ghopte (3260m) and the location of two small lodges. Here, we are back to the gorgeous green landscape, terraced farmland, and buffalos, goats and chickens blocking our path. On our final two days the trail climbs up and down several times with many losses and gains of up to 500m. We spend our last night in Chisopani (2215m), where we have only a three hour walk to Sundarijal the next morning, and then a short taxi ride back to Kathmandu. The clouds appear, and an hour from Sundarijal the sky opens and begins to dump in a great thunder shower. We break for lunch just in time to save ourselves from a royal bath.
Pollution, smells, noise, crazy drivers, honking cars, and numerous tiger balm wallas... we're back in Kathmandu once again! It does all grow on you, in some strange way, and feels much like home after a while. Our memories of trekking in Nepal are now sparkling and shinning in our minds in colorful detail. Hope to share some of our photos soon. We will miss our dear ones, Dawa and Manoj very much and hope to return one day to visit again. Nepal is a wonderful place and despite all the press on political problems with the Maoists, we've had no trouble at all. Well, thanks for joining us again on our travel and trekking journals... we'll talk to you next in India... flying to Varanasi, Nov 27th. Our apologies for spelling and grammatical errors, we type our posting very quickly usually while we are burning our photo CD's. Our Love to you all!!!
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