Nepal IV: The First Day Of The Trek
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.
For dinner we had a good bhat. Zuzka ordered the lentil-rice dish as well, but asked specifically about the portion, that is not Piro, which in Nepali means a sharp, burning. Nepalis willingly promised that the food is not spicy at all. Turns out that they have about what is and is not Piro slightly different ideas than we do. Since childhood they eat very spicy foods, and are accustomed to them. Dish in which they feel even a pinch of hot ingredients Zuzka could eat for dinner and had just dry rice. The same story was repeated many times afterwards.
The next day we had a march to the village name Lidingö. The path led through many villages more or less from the plane, so the terrain was good, but the unbearable heat. Several times we passed along the way with two Czechs who had been a guide and said that if necessary, some will find up to the entrance to National Park. We then meet with them again, high in the mountains. There we found out that they managed to slip through without a guide. Necessary for them was a valid entry permit.
In refreshment we had mango juice and took out a map on which we have examined, in which part of present-day journey around so we can be. We predicted that we are so in the middle. To be sure, we asked our guide Hari, who pleasantly surprised us - we were almost at an end, we remained for about an hour trip. The first day, which appeared on the map due to the large distances formidable, was so much easier than we expected. This is because the path led, unlike those that followed, more or less on plane terrain.
When we arrived to Lidingö, Hari told us that there are bad and loggia, than would be better if we sleep in our tent, when carry it all the way. Unfortunately, we agreed. We climbed rice fields in the backyard of local farmers who have looked at us curiously - especially the old lady and little girl who always walked around us. The backyard has a wonderful view of the waterfall. Waterfalls are not one of the major attributes of this trek. Is there really a lot of them are high (although not too large) and beautiful.
Once we get down the bags and removed them from the tent with the fact that we build it, it started to rain and little rain soon turned into a violent downpour. So we hid in the shed and waited. Milan soon began to rates slumber. The rain did not last long and we could soon start to build. When it was done, he went down to the village of Hari to ask where is possible to have dinner. After a while he returned and told us that we had ordered bhat. So we went down and sat in an open cottage who owns very nice villagers. After a while we Hari came to announce that dinner is ordered up to the sixth hour. We can then go in between swimming in the stream. When we were ready to do it another very sharp rain started, which came in two other waves. So we stayed under the roof and enjoy the pleasant atmosphere, as cut from Japanese woodcuts pilgrim. Especially when we saw carriers with large and apparently heavy loads on their backs, which were wedged belt behind your head. It is a mode of transport that is used here instead of our normal bags that are dragged around bear arms. The load weights tens of kilograms of heavy carries men and women, children and old men. After a heavy dinner (Double portions gave Bhat) rain stopped so we could cool taken into our tent. We were lucky, because today and waves of torrential rains were the only ones that get us during our journey.
Night in tent was the worst experience in Nepal. The reason was the terrible hot weather, which is even magnified by the fact that we were in a tent crowded with three bulky backpacks. We had to open the tent during the night, so they could breathe a little bit. We did not go sleep outside because Hari warned us that this is an area where we could be ambush and rob. He advised us, whether we sleep with a knife near the head to have something in case uninvited visitor would come. At night we watched it faithfully. When Zuzka went to the bathroom, climbed out of the shed where he slept, and shone a flashlight on it to make sure it's not a thief. Later, when the rebound went to Milan, became the same.
In the morning we had to pay for camping 150 rupees (loggia is usually somewhere between 300 and 600 rupee). We woke up to next day broken after the sleepless night and we had to go for quite a challenging stretch of journey.
Text/photo: Kristýna Bartůňková
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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.
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