The day started with 7 hours bumpy ride to Besisahar. It was raining all the time and I didn’t feel enthusiastic to start trekking. Himalaya struck with beauty from the very first kilometres. We passed some locals villages with cows, goats and chickens wandering in the streets. The people there live very simple lives, though I admire their lifestyle. I wonder how they ended up on the slopes of some mountain and their ancestors decided to move here.
The route in our guidebook wasn’t described very clearly, so we had to ask for directions few times. The kids were always helpful, but I don’t like that most of them were asking for sweets as soon as they saw us.
It’s getting dark very early, around 6 p.m. and it’s a bit pity, because I would like just to stay outdoors, drink tea and enjoy the mountains.
My sleeping bag is not very warm and next morning I feel a bit chilly. Oh well.
We have breakfast and 7.30 we are on the road. It’s raining and the path is covered with mud, while some cars pass us from time to time. There is a lot of ascending and descending today, just up and down all the time, but the views are astonishing. This is the most beautiful mountains I’ve ever been. The river divides the valley into two parts, sometimes we are walking on one side, sometimes – on another.
The trek is not crowded so far and I am very glad. I exchanged at least few sentences with most of the people I’ve met. It’s nice to feel a part of a small, special community in the middle of Nepal.
It is rumoured that there is a lot of snow in the higher altitudes and Thorong La Pass is closed. I hope the snow will melt until we’ll be there.
Last year when I quit my job and started walking Camino de Santiago I was enjoying freedom, open space and the notion that I won’t need to come back to that horrible office again. This time, on Annapurna Circuit everything is a bit different: now trek signifies not the past that I escaped from, but the future and the reality I will have to face when I come back from Asia.
The food prices are growing higher as we go further and that’s a bit annoying since it’s only a second day.
Most of the people so far know quite well, where is Lithuania. That’s nice, because sometimes I feel so exhausted to explain everyone where it is. Learn geography!
One French described her travelling experience as living Somewhere. That is the exact place, where I want to be. Somewhere.
The sky was bright in the morning and I was expecting that the rainy period is over. Unfortunately, I was wrong and it started raining very hard after lunch. We didn’t want to walk under the rain so we stopped at Dharapani (1900 m.). Only 12 kilometres to our counter today.
I am quite frustrated, because my faith that the Pass will be accessible is slowly dying. Last year I didn’t succeed in Elbrus and it would be so annoying if the history repeat itself. I hope that the weather will change, but there are no miracles in the mountains – if it’s raining down here, that means it’s snowing high above.
The rain ponchos that we bought in Kathmandu are worthless and while walking under the rain our clothes get wet soon. The evening is very cold and I am lying in bed under the blanket will all my clothes on. I am comforting myself, that apart from the bad weather I am still in Himalaya, while millions of people wake up in the morning and go to job they hate. In this kind of perspective I am very lucky bastard.
While Nepalese family in the lodge was preparing our dinner, they invited us to sit next to the fire. It was strange to see my food being cooked in front of my eyes. I felt a bit stupid.
It was warm and sunny today therefore I felt very energetic, until we met few people who were coming down and told that there is too much snow and a big possibility of avalanches above 3000 m. It’s so beautiful here, at 2600 m. and I just wonder how beautiful it should be above 5000 m. But what can I do, the weather is not in my hands.
I walk around a small village that we are staying. The poor huts of the local people are mixed with colourful lodges just to attract the eyes of the foreigners. I wonder how the village looked like before trekkers stepped into the game.
I took an Ice bucket challenge as I didn’t want to wait while our lodge boil me some water for showering. It was so cold, that I thought my head will tear to pieces, but after that I felt very refreshed.