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Saturday, June 8, 2013

Thanks a lot Nepal

Kelly at Bodnath.



Howdy Howdy Howdy. We are now again living the American life of luxury after returning home via 40 hours in transit. Blech.


Some things we will not miss.

Many things we will.

View from a coffee plantation we volunteered at after the trek.

The plantation.

To finish off our time in Nepal we had a couple of very important landmarks to visit. The city of Kathmandu can be very very overwhelming and though we had paid two previous visits we still had yet to see some sights. I will attribute this to the need for sanity in an otherwise insane city. Bodnath and Pashupatinath were the main sights left.

Bodnath

Bodnath and some local ladies.
There are these little prayer lawns at the corners of Bodnath and these monks were chanting up a storm.

Kelly lights butter lamps.

The Bodnath, which can be spelled any number of ways is one of the largest stupas in Nepal. This impressive structure sits unsuspectingly in the center of a commercial district in town. It's in a courtyard that has been built up around the stupa essentially hiding it in plain sight. Once you enter the courtyard the massive structure will wow you. The area of the courtyard is about the size of a city block and is completely dominated by the stupa. Most everything you see in Kathmandu is tainted by the particulate matter in the air. A fine sheen of filth has covered most all edifices, though this gleaming white stupa is one exception. There are workmen scrubbing and keeping it all clean. This is a Buddhist stupa that came along with the influx of Tibetan refugees practicing Buddhism in an otherwise Hindu dominated area and it is also a UNESCO world heritage site

Upriver at Pashupatinath.

The smoke of a pyre at Pashupatinath in the distance over the top of several of the temples.



Pashupatinath is another UNESCO world heritage site. Its a Hindu holy site for the cremation of the dead. This temple complex is centered around the Bagmati river. On the shores of this slow moving river, pyres are set up to cremate the recently deceased. In the Hindu religion this is a very desirable end for the body (I am explaining this as best I understand, sorry for any mistakes but please let me know) and soul. The sons shave their heads and prepare the body on the pyre dousing it in oils and going through preparatory rituals. The pyre is lit and luckily, unlike the old days in India, the practice of Sati is no longer employed. Sati is when a wife will immolate herself on the husband's pyre, going with him into the afterlife. After some time, the skull will make an audible pop as it ruptures from pressure and this is the moment the soul is released. At some point after this the whole pyre is pushed into the flowing water to be washed away eventually into the Ganges. This is all well and good but what you may notice is very nearby downstream the hordes of street children in the water amongst the ashen remains sifting through for precious metals that remain unburned like gold teeth and anything else salvageable.

The area of the pyres at Pashupatinath.


This pretty much wrapped up our time in Nepal and our entire trip. Our next stop was home. It isn't possible to sum things up and tie a neat little bow on this whole experience. We have been home for a couple of weeks as I write this and from time to time as I am able to reflect I do note monumental differences in my understanding of the world and then am continually amazed by how similar all things still are. I can lose myself hopping from rock to rock fishing in my favorite stream and easily forget what the past 18 months have been about. For both of us it is clear how privileged we are, how just being born on this side of a line has given us the opportunity to do so much and have so much. So many of the people we have met cannot even get a passport let alone travel freely from one spot to another even within their own country. These are things we will take with us always now. We have had a grand adventure that was so much more than a vacation, so much more than just a trip, this was our life for a year and a half and will always help shape our decisions from here on out. Thank you to everyone we met along the way who helped to make this all as great as it was. Thank you to friends and family who supported us from afar and who made sure we knew how great our home still was and would be to return to.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Annapurfect Annapurna



We have another epic trek to add to the books.  The Annapurna circuit is regarded as one of the best treks in the world and I think Andy and I will concur with the masses here.  The Annapurna circuit starts at 820 meters and climbs up to the snow covered, arid Thorung La pass.  Earning every meter,  we sweat through steamy jungles, crossed rushing rivers over suspension bridges - some more reliable than others, frolicked through fields of cannabis (literally) and walked through alpine forests.  The trail took us through villages that have been there for years introducing us to more of the 102 ethnic/caste groups and other villages that have only been established to take advantage trekking tourism.





Here the trail goes through a family farm.

River crossing
Annapurna Base Camp with a view of Machapuchare



We heard the trekking routes have suffered from the construction of a road on both sides of the pass and nowadays Trekkers compete with passing jeeps and motorbikes for several days on either side of the pass. On day one, we started from Besi Sahar, walking on the road.  We weren't sure what to expect but this day in particular didn't start well.


Our bus from Pokhara left at six in the morning.  We were all ready to go but when we left our room, we realized the main door of the hole we were staying in was gated and pad locked.  At most places around here someone watches the place 24 hours.  Well, lets just say that our lodging left a lot to be desired (what do you expect at $5 per night). Anyways, we are locked in and the guy "on watch" was unable to be aroused to let us out.  He had a little too much raksi (local, home made whiskey) the night prior.  After about 15 minutes, Andy found the keys to the pad lock and we freed ourselves.   We were running late for the bus but not too late to turn down the boy selling hot, fresh baked pastries outside our door.  We made it to the bus with a few minutes to spare and the last two seats in the very back were waiting for us (never a good thing for a 5-hour bus ride on unpaved Nepali roads).  We arrived in Besi Sahar with time left in the day so we hoofed it on the road competing with jeeps, buses, and tractors.  It wasn't the most serene or beautiful start to the trek and thanks to the rain that started almost immediately, we welcomed the short day of hiking and stopped for night one at Bhulbule.



This happened a few hours before we arrived in Bhulbule and practically crushed the shop behind it. This is why you go hiking on a hiking trail. Screw the buses.

The first three days followed the road and it actually wasn't too bad since the traffic died down after day one.  These roads aren't even close to being paved and have literally been blasted out of the side of the mountain making it a pretty interesting route.  One day, we had to make our own path across a part of the road shared with a river and waterfall.  Thanks to Andy's superb rock hucking abilities, we crossed with dry boots and only the mist of the waterfall on our sunglasses.  Once off the road, we started to get into alpine forests and terrain that looked, smelled, and felt a lot like eastern sierras.  We stopped in really old towns made of stone and small alleys constructed like old medieval villages.  One in particular, called Gyaru, blends into the mountain and at a glance could be missed if the pristine white and gold spire of the stupa wasn't perched at the base of the small town on the top of a a very steep hill.  To get there, we took the high trail and were surprised when we hadn't really gained much elevation for most of the day.  That was until we crossed a bridge and literally climbed straight up for a mile.  With one glimpse of the view from the top, the pain of the hill melted away.  There, in all their glory was the first view, and possibly the best of the whole trek, of the Annapurna range.  We sat in front of the stupa to take it all in while some men carefully repainted the white and gold of the spire.

This is the road....oh yeah, and a waterfall!

Road maintenance resulting in a traffic jam of porters and jeep

Life is good! Annapurna II and Annapurna IV from the Bench at the top in Ghyaru.





Men repainting the gold spire

A view of Gyaru from the next day on the trail

The next day we made it to Manang where most stay to acclimatize for a day.  We ran into a group of five guys from Indiana that we had seen many times on the trail and who we quickly referred to as the "Indy Five".   They were five men from different backgrounds on a 'guys trip' who we could always count on for interesting conversation.  They all had one friend in common, Dave.  Only after a few days of talking with them, I had an inkling that he may have summited Everest.  He is a humble guy and when I asked, he seemed reluctant to respond but  indeed he had summited with some of the most well known climbers in the world.  Very cool!  Tom is his family friend who decided to join the trip as more of a journey to face his fear of heights and test his endurance but more importantly to honor his late sister who died in a mountaineering accident in 1995.  George, a dentist, has been trekking everywhere in the world and gave us pointers for future treks.  Jay and Jeff were always there for the comic relief and give us pointers on how to negotiate more vacation time from future employers. (If any of you read this, I hope you made it home safely to your families and that your HAG has resolved itself).
The 'Indy 5' after the climb over the Thorung La pass.  Lookin' good, boys!


Baby yaks might be the most adorable things ever!

The next few days we climbed even higher and took a side trip to Tilicho lake.  It took us across some of the more dangerous trails we've been on.  Looking up the valley ahead of us we weren't sure if this was the right trail.  A section of it was like a moonscape but at a 45 degree angle with barren boulders jutting out of sand slopes.  There was a small ledge with just enough space for one foot.  The only problem was that once you stepped, it triggered a small landslide from 6 ft higher up the slope.  Andy would walk 20 meters while I watched for falling rocks, then he would do the same for me.    One time he yelled, "Faster!  No wait!  Watch out!" and as I'm awkwardly doing a jig around the side of this steep landslide, a shoe sized rock passed by my head with the sound of a propeller. Close one.  When the landslide area is over, the trail makers were nice enough to make saying 'Thanks!'.  The part missing was, '...for not dying!'  The next morning we made it up to Tilicho Lake and the winter wonderland that surrounds it.  It's boasted as the highest lake in the world.  We still haven't figured out exactly the definition of a lake (geography buffs help me out here) but it was high and a definitely worth the views.




Death Trap Trail



Thanks!?!?!

Icy Tilicho Lake

A view down the valley from Tilicho

Not only are the people around here resourceful, they up-cycle their coffee and milk powder cans to be used as prayer wheels!
Mani Wall -  stones carved with prayers and mantras and placed as offerings to the spirits.  You must always walk on the left.

 Andy, you will have to wait until we are home for your steak.

This is a typical room in a tea house and our usual set-up.  Attack of the smelly laundry!

On the way out of Tilicho and back onto the main trail we crossed paths with a herd of wild blue sheep.   We knew to look for them in the area because above a certain elevation, its necessary to purify your water with twice the amount of iodine tablets to ensure no run-ins with giardia.   They aren't blue nor do they look like sheep but that's not the point.  They are beautiful animals and Andy had a photo shoot with them for the better part of an hour.





 The whole trek leads up to the Thorung La Pass at 5450 m (17,880 ft). We started early in the morning and after a couple hours made it to the top!  I couldn't believe that at the top of the pass in the Himalaya there's a tiny dilapidated building selling tea to cold hikers.  What a luxury!  Thanks to the frozen, windy conditions, he makes a killing.  About 20 shivering hikers can fit around the table to sip on pipping hot tea out of tin mugs. The STEEP descent had us in the busy town of Mukinath before lunch leaving us with little transition out of the mountains.  We were back to civilization and a surplus of motorbikes.  Muktinath is a dusty town and home to the Muktinath temple where many Buddhist and Hindus make pilgrimage to the holy, cleansing waters spouted from 108 fountains in the temple.

Approaching the top!

Made it!

Wooooo!


View of Daulgiri from the Mukinath temple

On the dirt road again...This is the Tibetan side pretty much of the Annapurna Circuit. The Mustang Region.

The next 10 days took us to the western side of the Annapurna range and into the Annapurna sanctuary away from the chaos of the road.  The trial led us to hot springs, through rhododendron forests, and to Chomrong Cottage, a tea house with a write up in Time Magazine famed for warm chocolate cake and a proud, gregarious owner that everyone calls didi, meaning older sister.  The cake was an unexpected, delightful treat on the trail and worth every penny.

A beautiful walk in the woods at the end of the Rhododendron season

well, when you put it that way...

Making Mr. Miyagi proud

Woman separating barley

View of Annapurna from Gorepani

Andy loves goats!

These signs all over. Interpret how you please.
 The Sanctuary trail ends at Annapurna base camp (ABC).  A truly spiritual place surrounded by a cathedral of mountains rising 4000 meters (13,200 ft) higher than the view point.  We spent almost 24 hours here to await the sunrise on Annapurna I and the sacred mountain, Machapuchare (Fishtail mountain).  In the morning we sat for a few hours watching avalanche after avalanche as the sun warmed the snow.  It was hard to leave knowing this was the last highlight of trekking in Nepal. Until next time, Himalaya.

Our view from the tea house.  Usually it is only clear in the very early mornings but every hour or so the clouds would break and Machapuchare would make an appearance

Annapurna South


Sunrise on Annapurna I

Making smaller stones from larger stones in a field of stones. Don't really know what to say here cause we're not really sure what the point was. We saw quite a bit of this though. She is about a kilometer away from anything here and there isn't any apparent new construction going on so seriously, if anyone knows the point, fill us in.


Typical house on the trail



We hiked out to Naya Pul to in two days feeling completely humbled, happy, and healthy much like the woman below. All in all 180 miles in 20 days.