Nepal, love at first sight
After “escaping”India, we arrived in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Imagine Nepal as being the cheese filling of a sandwich, sliced in between the giants of a Tibetian bread and an Indian Chapati.
As a much lighter version of India, we fitted in straight away.
After a failed attempt in river rafting, sightseeing in and around the Kathmandu Valley, we were finally ready for the adventure of trekking in the Himalayas.
Langtang is a region approximately 100km north of Kathmandu.
10 hours in a local bus made us think that the real adventure was not the trekking, but the bus ride to the trail head.
The unfinished road sneaked its way around the mountain ridges higher and higher up, through rice terraces, passing big boulders of stone transported down by the last monsoon.
Langtang is a valley which lie just south of Tibet, its inhabitants being the Tamangs, descendants from the people of Tibet. The Tantric Buddhism is living and flourishing in these parts of Nepal.
Our “shorts over long john fashion” was maybe frowned upon at first, but in the following years we have seen that our fashion has become a part of the trekking trails of Nepal.
The Gosainkunda lake, 4100m
Next trekking destination became The Kumbu Region, most famous for hosting the highest mountain in the world, Sagarmantha, Chomolungma, or as the rest of the world knows it, Mt Everest. From Gokyo Rii 5500m we saw the Everest Himalayan range towering, worth every footstep to see the top of the world…..
Yak and Nak
Yak is the male of these hairy highland creatures, so the Yak cheese is actually Nak cheese. The real Yak wants to stay up in the high altitudes and doesn’t suffer the cold.
Machermo is Yeti zone, here the registered sightings of the Yeti are more than anywhere in Nepal.
In Kumjung you have the chance to see a disputed skeleton which believers says belong to a yeti.
When we were there the monastery was closed, we found the monks playing pool in the local bar.
We asked why the monastery wasn’t open, their answear, It’s low season.
We didn’t know there were “low seasons” in the monastic world……..
Leaving Lukla, and its airstrip which is the shortest one we have ever taken off from.