After the ‘high’ of the Pass we had to
continue the long descent of 1656m to Muktinath, another 5 hours of walking.
We couldn’t decide which was physically worse – the assault on our
cardio-vascular system on the ascent or the assault on our joints on the
descent. The landscape changes
substantially now that we were on the dry side of the mountains in the Mustang
district.
Muktinath is still quite high (3730m) and
its dusty main street offers some spectacular view of the mountains we just
walked through.
On leaving Muktinath we got a great view of
Dhaulagiri (8172m, the 7th highest mountain).
We dawdled along towards Kagbeni, muscles
too sore to push any great pace. Outside
the village of Khingar, where we stopped for our mid-morning cup of chai, we
saw a travelling Sadhu, talking intently to some young men.
Kagbeni was a pretty and fascinating town
that I wish we had had more time to explore.
It is nestled in the lush valley of the Kali Ganduki River with views up
to the Tibetian plateau in the Mustang region of Nepal. It is an
ancient town with old building which we thought were ruins of a fort but turned
out to be homes and stables. Around one
corner in this ancient part of the town we came across a surprising relief on a
stone wall, we assume it was a Hindu fertility god?
Kagbeni |
Day 13 continue down the Kali Ganduki along
the stony river bed or dusty road and into the howling winds that whip up the
valley. Eileen was hoping to find some
Ammonite fossils in the rocks. The round
black stones are everywhere and some contain fossils of sea animals, thus
proving that the Himalayas were at one time under the sea.
We continued on to Jomson, the other
launching point on the circuit for the short term trekkers. It is a dusty, frontier sort of town, without
much charm.
Jomson main street |
The next day walking we wished we had
walked a bit further the previous day and continued on to the village of
Marpha, a charming place, so clean, tidy and friendly with white washed
buildings.
Marpha main street |
Despite the lovely views on the wide open
valley and stark hillsides, the walking with the wind and dust and traffic on
the roads was not pleasant so by Day 15, after spending the night in Tukuche, a
close second in charm to Marpha, we decided to take a bus 31km to Tatopani
where the road gives way to the trekking path again.
Tutucke |
The 3 hour bus ride was an adventure in
itself. We were squished into the back
seat, bouncing around over bumpy, narrow winding mountain roads with sheer cliffs
dropping down into the river valley. As
usual it is best not to look. I came
away with quite a few bruises from the ride.
In Tatopani we were back into the
subtropics and shorts and T-shirts. But
we were going up again – 600m to Sikha on Day 16 then another 935m to Ghorepani
on Day 17. Ghorepani is the launching
place for the short Poon Hill trek.
Although it had nice restaurants (for the mountain area) and looked an
interesting place we decided to start our descent to Banthanti. This was to be a next to last day trekking
and turned out to be the most pleasant yet.
The walk was not too demanding – a gentle down hill through the most
magnificent Rhododendron forest. These
Rhododendron are not the little bushes we plant in our suburban gardens but
huge trees with knarled twisted branches covered in hanging moss, lichens and
orchids. Many were covered in flower
buds but we only saw a tree or two with the odd flower. It must be spectacular when the trees are in
full bloom.
Our last day’s walk was through lush forest
over the ever present stone steps and the mountain peaks receding further away.
So after 18 days on the circuit we covered
160km walking, climbed 6166m, highest point the Thorong La Pass at 5416m or
17,764ft, and descended 6056m. We were
tired but feeling pretty proud. Not bad
for two old farts!