I love it when our guide leader Arjay mentioned to word ‘down’ or ‘descending’. The words were like Christmas present for my ‘feeling-less’ legs.
(No colour correction on the image above to illustrate how the clear blue sky looks like during the November month. Fabulous.)
After the Poon Hill sunrise trek, we had breakfast and ready to go DOWN hill (won’t you love word DOOOOOOWN hill) to Tadapani via the Deurali Pass.
The terrain would change from snowy peak view to jungle view. What caught us off guard was the snow (looked more like big grainy salt kind of ice and puffy snow) waiting for us.
Picture above: Tina and Rita were enjoying the slow descend on the slippery trek.
So we started trekking from Ghorenpani (2,860m) to Tadapani (2,630m).
In my hometown, an arrow sign liked that often mean the destination would be round the corner or next few blocks. In Nepali term, that means another 5-7 hours walk.
Leaving Ghorepani offered trekkers a breathtaking view of the major Himalayan peaks.
Bev followed by Serena and Joyce were making good progress towards the Deurali Pass. At the golden age, Bev could walk faster than me, it was incredible (applause to Warran and Bev, they were my inspiration to keep walking).
With my flu, I could hardly breath. So it slowed me down to have time to savouring the little things like frost on the undergrowth.
Our guide has been warning us the risk of slippery road due to fallen leaves. So a good trekking shoe might provide better grip.
The opened space field gradually turning into forest trek.
The jungle has interest combination of flora. I never seen bamboo that grows like undergrowth beneath the trees.
One of the most memorable path of our trek was the unexpected icy snow. Himalaya + snow reminded me of Bigfoot ‘Yeti’. Suddenly I heard noise around the bush and a human-like figure dashing pass. A closer look revealed that the figure was too handsome for Yeti. He was our lead guide Arjay.
After more than an hour slow descend, we reached the riverside for lunch. There was a nice stream along the trek with soothing sound of flowing water.
I could spend hours looking at each rock and plant.
Every corner we were greeted by mini waterfall on the cliff or by the river bank.
The cliff looked insignificant from picture but it looked gigantic when I stood at the valley straining my neck to look few hundred feet upwards.
Soon, I smelled bacon, meaning that lunch is not far away.
How much longer we have to trek to Tadapani? Arjay’s standard reply “almost there.”
No wonder the pony ‘taxi’ business is booming along the trek. We barely made it to Tadapani minutes before sunset, and we were lucky to see the white monkeys.
Arriving late mean no shower for another day. It has been 2 days without shower and no feeling on my toes and fingers.