I was woken up out of a deep sleep to a thunderous crash from somewhere outside. It was terrifying and had no idea what it was or where it came from. My mind started racing with all kinds of crazy thoughts, maybe it was an animal, maybe someone was trespassing and would try and break into my room thinking I was a tourist with money. I stayed on alert for an hour and then somehow fell asleep again.
I woke up on day 2 around 5:50 am to see the sunrise and ran into Krishna. I told him about the crash and he said that it was probably an animal that got too close to a house. In order to scare them away, the villagers throw pots and pans. I asked what type of animals are up there and he said…..”oh you have water buffalo and you get the occasional tiger”. “Um excuse me did you say tiger?”. He started laughing, “yeah but don’t worry it was probably a water buffalo”. I guess I’ll never know but I’d like to believe it was a tiger and that I braved it out alone….makes for a better story!
We were on the road by 7:20 AM and walked 10 glorious miles that day, DOWN HILL!! The air was crisp with the faint smell of wild flowers, burning fire wood and livestock. The sun was shining brightly, the views of the mountains were crystal clear and the only thing you could hear were the bells around the necks of farm animals and the footsteps of Krishna and I. So this is what heaven feels like…or my heaven at least. At one part we had to take a 15 minute bus ride to get to a different trail. I’ve been intrigued by these buses since arriving in Nepal and even India. There are absolutely no regulations and they just keep piling the people on, even if there is no room. It’s one thing to watch this in action from the outside of the bus but a whole different story to experience it from the inside. Everytime I thought there was not one more inch of space left, they pulled over and squeezed 2 more people on. At one point, there was a man who was basically sitting on my lap! Happy that I got to experience a bus ride but even happier that it was only 15 minutes.
Along the way we stopped for a tea break. In the mountains you can just go up to anyone’s house and they will prepare you a drink and you pay them. However, the home we stopped at didn’t have tea it had fresh buffalo milk. Krishna told me that it was good and that I should try it and that it was organic….well ok then 🙂 They warmed the milk over an open fire, strained it and served it to us in steaming mugs. Honestly…..it was pretty darn good but it didn’t stop me from popping a probiotic within seconds of getting back that night!
In total we walked 16 miles in those 2 day up to an elevation of god knows what, it was all given to me in meters and well……I use feet! This was the highlight of my trip since I left the States. My only regret is that I didn’t plan for more time in Nepal. I am completely infatuated with this beautiful country; from the people, to the culture, to the views to the adorable children. But mark my words, I will be back
The nepalese fill these baskets with water, wood, pots and pans, etc and begin their trek uphill back to their villages. There is a canvas strap on the front of the basket and they wrap it around their forehead to support the weight. So this man is carrying this basket with his forehead!