Ghorepani to Diorali

The lodge was packed to the rafters last night and unfortunately among the guests was a group of ten or so Russians who proceeded to get very drunk and very noisy. My ears are still ringing with the noise. IMG_1826But the skies are blue and Nathalie, a lady from Canada whom I met on the trail, and I are hiking up Poon Hill to marvel at the views. Rather than getting up with everyone else at five o’clock we had decided last night that we would go after breakfast and it proved to be the right decision. When we got to the top there were only three other people and the views were fantastic. The people that were there confirmed that there were more than 200 people at sunrise and they had to line up to take their photos. Bloody madness if you ask me. After lounging about on top for a while we head back to the hotel have a cup of tea and an early lunch before climbing out of Ghorepani and on to the ridge that leads to Diorali and while it’s getting a bit cloudy there still are great mountain views and few people to spoil them. In the end, it’s almost dark before we stop for the night in a lodge nestled amongst the trees at the start of a gully we will have to descend tomorrow.


Banthanti to Ghorepani

The valley was completely covered in cloud when I peeked through the window this morning. I turned over in bed and went back to sleep. Fast forward to 10am the sun is out although clouds still drift by and I’ve finally gotten up and had some breakfast. Today’s walk will be a short one, less than two hours even if I stop everywhere for photos. In spite of the sun the forest is still wet, the rhododendron leaves shedding tiny beads of moisture that drip on the moss below. All to quick the trail enters Ghorepani where a policeman checks my trekking permit and in approval the clouds part and the Annapurna reveal themselves.


Hile to Banthanti

IMG_1733The sun is shining and there is hardly a cloud in the sky when I get up this morning, looks like a great day for hiking. Breakfast is a bowl of porridge and pot of tea both hot and with a lot of sugar. Then I set off. Immediately the trail climbs up amongst the hotels that make up Hile but after a few minutes it levels off and shortly after enters Tikhedunga. That’s where the real work starts. The trail now becomes a staircase and it’s 3500 gruelling steps are infamous amongst trekkers and I go slow, very IMG_1747slow and the view gets better all the time,eventually I reach Ullerri. Lunch is a mixed affair good company, two American couples who are on a two week holiday from their jobs with a tech company, but mediocre food with a Dal that is tasteless and a curry that is just boiled potatoes. After lunch the trail keeps going up but more gradual then in the morning weaving through rhododendron forests dripping wet and trees covered in lichen and moss with flowers red and pink. Clouds are all ready covering the hills whenI arrive in the small settlement of Banthanti my home for the night.


Nayapul to Hile

IMG_1707 It’s a bit grey and overcast this morning but the hotel owner is cheerful as ever while she gets me a cup of sweet Nepali tea and her husband gets the car ready to take me to the start of the Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) trek at Nayapul. Nayapul once just a couple of farm houses and a bhati is these days a squalid little town with muddy roads, partially built shops and snotty nosed kids running out of badly constructed shanties. I’m glad to leave it behind.


Half an hour later I’m at the Police checkpoint in Birethanti where they check trekkers their paperwork and I have some breakfast in a sIMG_1720mall open air restaurant overlooking the river and watch in amazement the seemingly never ending stream of trekkers filing past. From here the trail follows a jeep road slowly but steadily uphill for the next few hours then crosses in front of a small waterfall up some stone steps and into Hille. Just as I start up the steps fat drops of rain start falling down and I run the last few meters into town and to Mamta’s guesthouse where I’ve stayed previously and the Dal Bhat is tasty.




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The daily air quality in Kathmandu 


On my return from the Everest area, I spent a few days in Kathmandu then deciding that the air quality there was quite literally choking me I took the bus to Pokhara. And while the air is better in Pokhara my body was not and for a week I coughed and spluttered before deciding it was time to go walking again. But that is tomorrow’s story.


EBC Back to Kathmandu


A last look at Namche Bazaar


It’s still pretty damn cold this morning and my mind has been wandering back to the comforts of Kathmandu. The decision is made easy by having no one but me to answer to and then reinforced by every stride downhill. The walking is getting easier, the air warmer and slowly trees and greenery start to reappear. When I stop in Pangboche for lunch I have already covered a distance that took me three days to cover on the way up. I stop in Thyangboche for the night and while it still freezes it definitely feels better. The next day I walk through Namche then down the ridge line to Monjo before climbing up again to Lukla. A long day but tomorrow I’ll be back in Kathmandu.




EBC Day 21


It’s bitterly cold when I get up and a fierce wind is blowing across the valley. While I am having my breakfast I watch the hotel Yak wandering about. It’s stabled in a small paddock near the main gate but as no one has bothered tieing the beast up or fashioning a gate it walks to the hotel kitchen door every ten minutes or so to look for a feed. The kitchen boy then chases it back to its paddock. Rinse and repeat. Later on, I climb a ridge to get a better view of The Imja Glacier. The views are great but wind gusts do their best to blow me off my perch and hurl me down to the valley floor. I retreat back down the hill, cross the glacial rubble back down to my lodge and order a pot of tea.