Nepal III. - Drive On Trek
On the departure day trek around Manaslu we have with our guide Hari met at the bus station. Hari is 38 years old and nationalities Gurung. Although I read that these people live mainly in the Annapurna area, Hari said that his native village is situated in the Everest.
Therefore he likes this area a lot, and preferably all of it despite the fact that here is currently riding a huge amount of tourists.
Hari is a mongoloid appearance and therefore more points than the Indians such as the Burj living on the border between Russia and Mongolia. He has a wife and two children. Older son is 18 now and will end with high school daughter is a bit younger and also goes to school. He said Hari never went to school and what it can do, taught myself. During his childhood in Nepal wasn´t compulsory schooling apart from today.
In the season Hari works as guide, in the meantime feed himself and his family (wife is at home) manufacture of furniture. It is clear that grew up in nature, because in this journey, often stopping to natural materials made a small thing, like a whistle made of bamboo, or climbed trees as a monkey. It is a Buddhist, though both his parents are Hindus. Whenever a circumvention of the sacred mani přeříkává prayer Om mani padme hum. When we asked him what it meant, he replied that he knows. I read the book that it means something like 'Give tribute to the jewel in the lotus.
Bus transport in Nepal is a chapter in itself. We arrived at the station (if so you could say) very soon, backpacks thrown up on the top of a bus and sat down inside. Then we just, in the ever-growing heat, waiting for a very long time (could also be described as almost infinitely long) it until the bus is already filled with even more overcrowding. When we finally went, it took again an infinite period of time than we are, we all sweaty, smelly extricated myself from Kathmandu. We had to hold handkerchiefs from the face to not breathing clouds of dust, which is struggling inside the bus windows. People in the street crowded on us, because there wasn´t enough space. They did not seem, however, that it is somehow still exciting and different ways of switching between them. On our way some little girl slept with head on my lap. Other children (and not just children) began to vomit in chorus. For everything got terrible hot.
Around nine o'clock bus stop, so they can go eat a passenger gave Bhat food. As we had told Nabo gave bhat most people eat every day two times (Hari said that without further Bhat would die). The first dose had about nine or ten o'clock, and sometimes around seven in the evening. Meanwhile, take a little something. Doses are given Bhat more than the rich (mainly rice). After we went, began to children who had vomited, stoke potatoes. And they vomited again.
Our bus was not direct, and therefore we had to change trains in the former capital of Nepal, which name is Gorkha. It's the ugliest city I have ever seen. At least what we could catch a glimpse of him. There was just dust, gray, smell and dirt. And in this town Hari told us that we have to stay overnight because another bus was coming. Because it was not in the plan and also due to we really didn´t like it here, we started to protest. Hari then went away and spent much of the time he returned with it to get the bus. Apparently it could. We were glad, after a while got into the bus, which then chased for some time other passengers, and went to Agurhatu.
The path between Gorkha and Agurhatem was also the chapter itself. Especially because it was the end of the rainy season, the road was still completely sodden and in it were rutted deep ditch. Every time the bus leaned over the slope, triggering a steep down into the valley, under such an angle that we come physically impossible to pervert. Pervert, but it was really strong adrenaline experience. And some passengers rode on the roof. In this terrain, of course, the bus broke down and took some time before it was repaired. Luckily it worked, but the time between the experience again for Milan, who had to resist almost all the time drunk guy who had forced on her some brandy.
The second bus breakdown happened near the Arughat. But this time it was not our bus, but some in front of us, which barred the path so that it could no car or bus ride away. Hari told us that we have to travel on foot, and that it will take an hour and a half. It was already dark. We went, but we were lucky, because after a few steps, muddy road, we came upon a bus that goes on. Thus, we finally got to Agurhatu, which is the starting point for the trek.
Text / Photo: Kristýna Bartůňková
Next part: Nepal IV: The first day of the trek
One March day we were with friends roamed the Ore Mountains, and in talking about everything was his turn to our favourite topic - travel. I am very sorry that I can this year due to various obligations set out on a long journey.
The second day after leaving the five thousand high saddle, we considered as the most difficult part of the journey. It started with no breakfast, which almost could not eat. Apple pie was still quite good, but the pudding, which was to be involved and who brought us next to the bowl, it was almost inedible. Another course, chocolate pudding tasted like hot chocolate because it was not at all th
After a relaxing day, in Kathmandu spent especially by shopping of different scarves, beads, clothing and more, we went on a three-day trip to the not too distant mountains to the north. The day before departure, we had the desire to buy a seat reservation at the bus station, but we weren´t successfull.
Last trip in Nepal took us to Bakthapur, where we had break on the way from a two-day trek in Shivapuri National Park back to Kathmandu. It is a city (like a suburb of Kathmandu), which is part of the World Heritage List.
Remember, how I came back from Gasherbrumu (2009), as I said that ASI has nowhere to "an eight" will not go? Do you remember how I came back from Manaslu (2011), as I said SURE to "an eight" it will not go? ... Annapurna Expedition 2012 ...
Who would not want to see the world's highest mountain the faous Mount Everest? The Nepalese call it "Sagarmatha" (The Face of Heaven). The trek to the base camp, from where climbing trips take place on Everest, it is one of the most popular hikes in the Himalayas, even for ordinary tourists.
The beautiful mountain landscape with the highest mountain in the world, yet also a country that offers visitors the opportunity to approach the wild life. We talk about the Chitwan National Park in Nepal founded in 1973, thus being one of the oldest protected areas in Nepal. Eleven years since its foundation, in 1984, Chitwan was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It covers an area of 932 square kilometers and was the first national park in the country. It offers a variety of flora and fauna. You will find subtropical lowlands, but also a deep jungle.
Do you wish to see the base camp at Mount Everest? Or to see for yourself wild tigers? Do you wish to visit a sacred place where the Buddha was allegedly born in 563 BC? Thanks to its rich and varied culture, natural wealth and dozens of trekking routes in the mountains, every traveler will find joy in traveling across Nepal.
Most travelers come to Nepal to experience the Himalayas. Some will spend a few days in Kathmandu, others will join a mountain tour with a trip to the Lake City of Pokhara, nature lovers heading for Chitwan National Park. But wait! What other cities and places to visit? There is so much to do in Nepal. Today we will talk about Bandipura, one of the beautifully preserved settlements of Newara culture.
When someone says Chitwan to be in Nepal, most people have rhinoceroses, tigers, elephants, jungles, and a favorite destination for safari riding, but besides its well-known jungle, the National Park has many other activities.
The peak of our journey around Manaslu we left behind. Now if only we had way down and it was much worse than the previous climb. We had to go down is infinitely long and steep downhill. The road was covered with stones and gravel, so it was necessary to look under the feet, to don’t slip on the wrong terrain. Soon we got bored and more over we were finishing the water.
After two and a half days in the village Samdo we had to, though quite reluctant, leave and go to Dharamsala, which is the last stop before the saddle. Due to my cold I went quite slowly and Zuzka with Milan adapted me, but I think, they didn't mind. We left the crowds of tourists to pass us and then we felt more relaxed.
The peak of our trek came on and we found ourselves at an altitude of nearly four kilometres altitude. Village Samdo therefore has become our habitat for the next two days, which we wanted to spend with acclimatizing.
Entry point to trek around eight-thousand high Manaslu is the village called Agurhat. We arrived here after a strenuous journey by bus was dark and we had some time to look for accommodation. The first place where we asked was already full, but we soon got free room in a small hotel (loggia) and could be accommodated.
After a hot and almost sleepless night in tents in the village Lidingö we were both broken, but not be helped - we had to go on. March of the previous day was relatively easy, but now the terrain has changed and has become quite demanding, because continually alternated steep climb with a steep descent, with an overall prevalence of climb, mostly on the stairs.
There was a fourth day trek around eight-thousand Manaslu. This beautiful mountain was still far away. I didn’t feel happy to leave the village Dobhan, which I liked so much. Limited by time but we could not stay longer, so we had to continue.
In the morning after the first night spent in the National Park Manaslu, we said good bye to compatriots and started on our way. The path before us ran great many small and large lizards. In one village we passed, we saw the last banana tree, that hasn't grown higher.
Sixth day of our trek, we got up at six o'clock in the morning and after perfecting Tibetan pancakes, we set off at seven. Soon we came to Deng, the village, which should be our rest house, and had the tea there on the unfinished balcony.
After a night spent in the loggia in the village Ghap we should go for long trip and therefore we got up early. On the way back was a lot of the sacred mani. Sometimes we met a poor Nepalese children and Zuzana gave to some of them the pens. We met first yak caravan and dzopke, carrying its cargo from Tibet. Dzopke is a cross between a cow and a yak.
A trip to a Buddhist Monastery in Lho, where we attended a ceremony of prayer by using music, was really successful. When we went down in a good mood, ate ordered breakfast and because we refrain longer in the monastery longer than originally planned, we had also a lunch. About 12.30 pm we went to Samagoan village (3530 m a. s. l.).
Samagoan village lies at an altitude of three and a half thousand meters and became the place from which we decided to go to the first acclimatization trip.
Divine mountain vistas, villages made of houses of stone as in the Middle Ages, the legendary tour around Annapuren, which annually attracts more than fifty thousand visitors and more and more of them try it every year.
The journey from Prague to Kathmandu was quite lengthy and tedious. First, we had two long transfers, and secondly we had to undergo in Delhi incredible safety procedures.