Month: March 2017

EBC Day 12

Never one to let the opportunity to sit in the sun and read a book go by I only walked for an hour today before I arrived in Phakding, confirmed that the lodge owner had an espresso machine as advertised and put my feet up. Another glorious day in the Himalaya.

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Om Mani Padme Hum
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Gathering wood

EBC Day 11

Some of my hiking mojo returned and for a change, I put in a full day’s walking. Uphill and down to Surke where landslides scour the hills on both sides of the Dudh Kosi and whose waters run milky with the sediment from glaciers that slowly retreat up the valley.  Planes buzz overhead like angry bees on their way to Lukla and late in the afternoon I join the main trail to Namche Bazaar. The trail is wider and for the first hour I just seem to walk past an endless row of lodges by four o’clock the sun starts to go down behind the valley walls and I call it a day. This night I stay in the Lama lodge and indeed an old man dressed in robes sits in the corner chanting mantras all evening.

 

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Hey, a plane is about to crash into the mountain, I must be near Lukla!
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Landslide just before Surke.

 

EBC Day 10

A short walk from Bupsa to Puyan today. It’s a steady climb to a pass at nearly 3000 meters than a fairly steep and muddy trail back down but the birds are singing and insects are buzzing all around. I even manage to avoid most donkey trains.

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A horsefly of some description.
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The Mountains are calling and I must go!

Another break in the narrative

My thoughts are seldom linear so why should my blog be?

After a lousy night’s sleep, I got up at half-past six in the morning with a sore throat and a dripping nose ideal conditions for an eight-hour bus ride. Everybody seems to be deserting Kathmandu today, there are six of us heading for Pokhara from the Garden House alone.IMG_1591The bus arrives dead on time and after the bus boy has chucked my bag in the hold, with the spare tyre, a goat and some potatoes we’re off. Not sure what happened to my fellow backpackers they are either on another bus service or they are now staying an extra night in town.IMG_1610The air quality in Kathmandu has returned to abysmal and the steady stream of buses and trucks we’re now part of adds considerably to the pollution and to my dismay even after leaving town the air is still hazy and grey.On the upside, we have a very steady drive with only the occasional stop for a toilet break or to have a meal and the opportunity for a chat with our fellow travellers and exactly eight hours after we set off the bus deposits us in the Tourist Bus Park in Pokhara where a friendly tout whisks me off to a hotel.It’s raining when we get there.IMG_1623