Andrew (left) and Danny, smiling at 4 am in shin-deep snow at -8 degrees C. Troopers.
Me at the same time: colder than it looks.
We left on the local bus from Kathmandu with our guide Sajit, and our porter, Bessunta. Sajit started as a porter when he was 12 years old, serving his apprenticeship for 4 years until he graduated to trainee guide. For 2 years he acted in this role before successfully passing his exams to become a full-blown guide at age 18. Now aged 23, he demands quite a bit of respect from his peers, as he is fluent in all Nepali languages, English, French and German. Bessunta was 32 years old, and happy to be a porter. So we were in good hands.
Sajit
Bessunta (he's in there somewhere, above the thongs)
I could bore you with a day-by-day account of the trek, but the best way is just to show a couple of photos from each day. The photos should give you an idea of the countryside, but there really is no camera lens wide enough to show you the magnitude of the scenery. It's just bloody huge.
Each day started at around 6am, walking by 7, finished by 2 or 3, in bed by 8pm.
There were enormous slips of land like this puppy every half an hour for the first week. We didn't see any in action luckily.
Day 3 - Marajuana grows wild up around here. These little guys rub the buds and leaves between their hands, then scrape off the resin that gathers and sell it to the trekkers as smokable hashish. Clever kids. Stupid trekkers with the altitude rising.
Day4 - Waterfall #628
More to come....
2 comments:
Who's the gorgeous thing in the pink stripped shirt on top of the bus?
I second that question! yummy
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