» Nepal VII: The First Mountain 7thousand Meters High In Sight
Nepal VII: The First Mountain 7thousand Meters High In Sight
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.
It was a sign that the climate begins to cool. We had a break for a while. Hospitable villagers brought us plastic chairs to feel us comfortable, and later they disappeared with Hari inside one of the little house. He kept in with local people. As we later read from books purchased in Kathmandu, living in this region, these people were members of his nation. While Hari mingled, we observed village life. It seemed that this day is public washing, because around the stream and tap water there were lots of kids, who laundered. Occasionally they had an argument, as when a little girl occupied the place of older boy. Among the workhorse was not really an adult either. We noticed also that in this region often older children assume the role of parents, the care and back wearing their little siblings.
When Hari testified with local, we continued on. Before the bridge leading over the Buddha Gandaki was funny police station. She looked more like a larger outside toilet. It was a check point where we had to register. In addition to the village Philim, where we gave lunch, led a fairly steep hill, where I was pretty breathless. Philim has altitude 1590 above the sea Lunch was good, but for my taste terribly hot. It was pasta, here called macaroni. It's not macaroni but as we know (the thicker hollow spaghetti), but basically any pasta except spaghetti, which is also called spaghetti here. They were fried with vegetables. I thought my mouth burn, as well as my stomach wasn´t that happy for the experience.
When we order after waiting for lunch, got our Czech friends we met last day in Jagat. They plan to spend the night in this village and the rest of the afternoon hike to local Buddhist temple. I quite envied them.
We had originally planned to finish in Philim the today, but on the advice of our guide we rethink the itinerary and went on, Deng's direction, which is situated at an altitude of about 1800 m above sea level but because we gave lunch and digestion, and even temporarily on the way we do not belong to speedy, until we experience Deng had missed and we ended up in a village called Pewa. The terrain was as good as on a swing - up and down. Of course with more climb. Along the way we saw the first 7thousand high mountain - Shringi Himal (Himal means mountain), which reaches up to 7165 m. The landscape we passed through was again a bit different and really beautiful. We felt as if we suddenly found ourselves somewhere in the mountains in Canada. After some time the environment changed again and we went to a regular jungle, even though we went on the road and we did not have his way through the thicket. It was an interesting way, but long enough. Backpacks on our backs were heavier compared with morning.
In Pewee is built brand new loggia. Still smells of freshly machined wood. Nobody, except our group, it was not. As we waited for dinner, went to practice with Zuzka eraser back into the room and came up with the fact that rooms are full of cockroaches. We weren´t happy about that, but what you can do. We just hoped that we do not care to sleeping bags and backpacks and shall have it with you. We cooked dinner again Hari. They hadn´t almost no primary commodities, but soup and baked potatoes were enough for us.
Pewa became one of two potential sites, we suspected that one on me and Zuzka flea jumped. Milan was immune, and didn´t find any sting on his body. Zuzka was bitten about six places, and I was covered in bites right and I was scratching for the rest of the way. We worried with Zuzka to take these monsters to Czech Republic, but fortunately at the end of their stay in Nepal disappeared.
Text/photo: Kristýna Bartůňková
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.
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 ...
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.
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.
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 climbing to the saddle, the highest point of our journey, we declined to Bimtang village and there spent the night. The next day long descent waited for us and overcoming long distances, so it was advisable to set off quite early. In the morning Hari annoyed us, because he walked around and looked significantly at his watch, as we already should leave.
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.
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.
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.).
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.
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.
Nepal is one of the poorest countries in the world. However, it attracts a constant flow of tourists. Are you one of them? If so, your first stop will most likely be Kathmandu, the main and also the largest city of the Nepalese Democratic Republic. Immediately after leaving the airport hall, prepare for a large number of people in a small space, raiding cars, street full of taxi drivers, street vendors, and smog.
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.
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.
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.