Nepal (2) — the feeling of walking

Planning to go to Nepal has been a long time ago, as early as two years ago, began to look at the Raiders on the Internet, bought a winning and rainproof, and even apply for a tourist visa is good, but the 2005 a mutiny to many countries on their own citizens issued on Nepal travel ban, I had to be diverted.

Now at last.

But here there was a crash after crash emotions, not fun, just want to second city-wanderaround also, do not have to go on foot.

Before their departure does not provide a return ticket, that is full of people, a little evil, think to Kathmandu to ask or later, NI propulsion ticket not be marketable to have even a bit.

But God is punishing me so self-righteous.

To Kathmandu, ask, or not, the earliest return time than originally planned, no later than 3 days.

I know I am not a cup of coffee can take an afternoon of petty bourgeoisie, working people are busy, and is, so just keeps busy decided to go on foot.

Seems to be very reluctant to do so by choice, but yet, just a short 4 day hiking in left in me is this trip unforgettable memories.

≪出发前>

Analysis, feel a person, baggage, and budget is limited, so going to get a can say English potters, because previously didn't intend on foot, no: what do you think of the recent recommendation of the others, so I didn't think about the end should be from the Inn, hiking supplies shop or travel agent to find, but also have to go through the mountain pass.

From the hostel.

Walk along the Lake District, a few step up I found on the left hand side there is a neat travel agencies, outside the big signs on to go through the mountain pass, then turned in.

The store is clean, right hand sitting behind the counter surface good male staff, people are very warm, English also speak very good, no accent.

Ask here for documents, are subject to an arrangement fee of 100 rupees. To me this stingy subsidizes non work, this 100 rupees is to conserve, immediately decided to do, politely, are going to ask the Office to go after the direction.

He did not because the business does not, and face difficult color, but still very friendly and sincere, kind, I drink tea, and detailed pictures ticket to Office maps and their working time, and I need to prepare the material.

I pick up a map, get up in the moment and suddenly decided to invite him for me to introduce into the mountain of potters.

It turned out that he was the Manager of Khem travel agencies.

In the evening I saw the Khem as I please potters – one wears glasses, Sven scholar-like a middle-aged man, although only a small amount of English, however one looks very nice, on a single women, this is sufficient.

In the evening, Khem please I and his cousin from Chitwan come together to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

The restaurant of the fire was Wang, Ying at all red face, dynamic music to even sit and can't help with the rhythm, the knife and fork in hand ready to evolve into electric guitar and drum mallets, the ecstasy of entering the world of music knows no borders.

Although not understand the language of Nepal, I still remember the cheerful melody and each other in the eyes of a smiling smile.

≪第一天>

8, in travel agencies and at the gate, Khem farewell and porters on the taxi.

Sorry, I still remember my potters name to begin with, because S followed by a long list, so I had to call him Mr. s.

The taxi driver is a very interesting person, talkative, but without losing the shrewd businessmen.

He is very concerned about ask me after the end of the hiking tour in bokhara, and offered to show me around the city. I smiled politely refused to tell him this is I to Nepal, the first taxi, I am not a wealthy travellers.

I thought he would clip bound not for a while, or frozen, immediately terminate with my friendly relations with the people of Nepal, which he still enthusiastically told me, if not a taxi, you can take the bus between l and Nayapul, time slightly longer, but fares only dozens of rupee, and also with the hands vigorously tapped roof, Yi CI statements tell me to sit on the roof of the bus, where you can see the great scenery.

Starting from Nayapul begins, time is 10: 00 in the morning.

At this point, the sky is blue, the Sun is shining, the Castle as Dai, cottages wooden homes embellished, far away from the bull ring, gentle melodious, together constitute a unique countryside. Although not the rainy season, but the sunshine of Modi River is still very beautiful, sparkling, underwater, along with us to walk in the mountains.

The day almost all up Hill Road, 1070 m above sea level from Nayapul climbed 2460 m Banthanti, which lasted six hours.

Mr. S breath I could directly. Think of your last 6 hours of hiking is located in 5 years ago.

Banthanti is a very small village, and not so famous Ulleri, so very few hikers the night here, but so little taste for many business, many copies of the mountains of tranquility and harmony.

I selected is almost at the end of a Village Hotel Fishtail View, because only the shop hostess just quiet look we walked through the door, and the Inn's platform

You can see at a glance to the opposite Machhapuchhare (Fishtail) snow mountain, and immediately decided to live in, despite the family's Inn room seem a bit simple.

The hostess was kind enough to say that since the shabby, Inn of the beds do not give money.

Tonight's Inn in addition to the US, there is a United States person Michael and his Wizard Buddi, they only had his foot in Ulleri break.

Buddi looks very experienced, so I can't help but think of the elation, my choice is very professional.

Away day, sweat jacket back wet clothes on a stick to shade, a cold shiver.

Her sister gave me a bucket of hot water showers. Bath room is a roofer Wai into a small house, a mountain open, look to the foliage of trees and Green Valley, a short, sharp on the snow. Here is a simple but very clean, natural scent aroma. Remember the "siege" of "natural" that feels natural in stark naked, sincere man before. The first time such a bath experience, despite the cold, but the novelty of memorable.

Bath, standing on the platform, are catching up with loose snow, the White Mountain sunset top dyed blonde, and the other side of the bright moon is rising slowly.

The sun goes down, it'll be dark, cold at night in the mountains.

Because there is no power supply, the hostess's sister and daughter to our dining room miles points or four pivots on a candle, little son you hold a big bundle of wood cut good, in the UK central health a warm fire. Red bright flames soon dispelled chill, we sat down, except footwear, curing sweaty shirt, pants, start dinner. I ordered the vegetable fried rice and milk tea, they point is a classical Nepal Dal bhaat, meal physical exertion for a day, we all eat savoury, Michael also from time to time in light of the candle to distinguish the parts in the chicken dish, last in the stalled amid Buddi is an annexation.

After dinner, we still get fire chat, listen to them talk about dramatic for the Chitwan jungle Wizard's real "Survival" experience and skills, listening to Michael released him on Texas and the President's views, tell them I think of Taiwan and Tibet's ownership, we talk about their respective roles in the 2006 new year's eve of different experiences, talk about travel in anecdotes.

Mistress her youngest daughter, sitting quietly, coax her to bed, the second daughter with flashing flames in the writing industry, little son large curious eyes and carefully listen to our words, occasionally make happy laughter, eldest daughter from time to time to add firewood oven, effects of splat splat flame in her big eyes flashing, what a beautiful night temperature.

Before bed, I walked out of the House, stone steps, like cold yueguangrushui silver falls.

Look up the dark night with stars, snow still there with silver light. Back to see the wood cabin door-through-out the WISPs Orange warm light, reminds me that Bing Xin's a mountain of "small orange light".

≪第二天>

Last night was sleep safe and sweet.

7: 30, out of the House, while the morning chill is in, but the Sun is rising, standing in the Golden Sun, I was feeling to warm.

At fishtail peak, spit out toothpaste with foam, and live a Wang cool mountains, with face and feel refreshed and energetic.

Breakfast had India cakes, fried vegetables, and a cup of tea.

Eating, saw her second daughter was wearing a white shirt with blue dress uniforms, carry bags, light with two legs, sink with slippers, go to school. In later I began to discover on foot, in comparisons of plenty of family economy, although the girls wore the same uniforms, but dress following is Navy color wool stocking and black shoes.

8: 30, I said goodbye to them with Michael, and Mr. s set off again.

The entire Hill Road, quiet and peaceful, a bird flapping its wings beat eyes flew in Green Valley and leaves a beautiful arc, the sky is blue, very pure, a cloud, sunny warm, the snow is always you suddenly appears on the horizon.

"Because they were there"

This feeling is very beautiful.

Today is the easiest day, 2 hours after we arrived at 2750 m Ghorepani, here you can walk for 45 minutes to Poonhill to watch the sunset and sunrise, there actually is our 4-day trip destinations.

Walk into the village, a few steps down the stone steps, an open snowy mountain landscape is no shade rendering in my eyes, the pure blue of the sky, they are so clear, pure, non-party of the sunshine play in the snow-tip, reflected but diamond-like light.

Here, I really don't think moving.

Pick up a vision of the best Inn, Hotel Tukuche Peak View, second floor single room window faces Tukuche peak, tidy and comfortable, but also amazing wicked hot bath.

Here's the entire afternoon and in the afternoon, I sat down at the pub on the outside terrace, lunch in the Sun, reading, and writing log for peasant women washing clothes, look at the opposite side of the Inn of the girls in the Sun, Reading Eagle combing hair happy sprinkle, abstract.

P > a kind of Wizard as I drew a diagram, tell me across the whole row of snowy mountain name, in the consecutive 12 block, xuefeng, this angle can see 6-8. But on the qualification of stubborn me, how can remember all their names, but their significance in my eyes is the same, they are natural, is beautiful, is should fear of humans on their conquest is really just a little closer.

4, 5, S on me to call on Mr. Poonhill to watch the sunset.

Think of him sitting on the steps of the door, looked at me where quiet contemplation, a fast before, has been very busy, will occasionally concerned asked me: are you feeling now?

So a very kind person, I have regretted it yesterday, forcing him to follow me one wheel of life.

Poonhill of little people at the top of the Hill.

Here's a great vision, but none of the previous list of small hills to climb, but those around the peak altitude of more than 6 km of the majestic mountain overlooking the us. The peak there is a strong wind, the setting sun although brilliant, light up the clouds in the distance, but golden rays hit the xuefeng has flashed a little cold light, here I can deeply feel the strength of their existence and terrible unpredictability.

It only takes half an hour rushed back to Ghorepani, come down to the Inn, a lift, a shimmer full moon rises have been quietly, Xue of hiding in the Moonlight, mysterious and quiet.

While the Inn is warm cozy inside, all the laughter.

People will still not tolerate solitude and darkness.

(Fig: Poonhill peak)