I woke up by the beautiful sunrise at Tadapani and almost forgotten my sleepless night due to fever and cold.
On day 4 of our trek, we were expecting to pass through beautiful mountain villages and crop fields.
After breakfast (I hardly eat any breakfast due to the lost of appetite), I am ready to hit the road again (eat more dust).
Machhapucchre (better known as Fish-tail Mountain) viewable from our lodge.
We started our trek with down hill (always welcomed by me).
The only issue was that the trek seemed to have no end point.
Down hill trek often ended with a bridge and up hill path would be greeting us again (@#$%& ….).
It made me hates the laws of physics. What goes up; must come down. Or the inspirational quote “when you hit rock bottom, the only way is up.” No more UPPPPPPPS.
I am just kidding. Ups and downs are part of the trekking, and part of our lives too.
What truly precious is the journey. The little moments and interactions along the way.
Smile of a stranger.
Simple greeting ‘namaste’ by the fellow trekkers and porters.
Or the crazy moves or jokes by our friends.
A short break at the tea shop.
Sheep (goat?) that wanted to follow Tina home.
Overcoming the danger on the way.
A little helping hand along the way. By the way, I truly thank Michelle for lending the walking pole to Christine, and also the medicine from Arjay.
On this part of the trek, we were rewarding with the serene view of the terraced crops and farm houses.
Slate-roofed houses that were so near. You could literally put your hands on the roofs and walls to feel the texture.
It is end of autumn and it is harvesting time.
So it was rewarding to walk amidst the farm houses and their fields.
It was incredible feeling to walk in the millet fields. The species of millet is Finger Millet.
Millets could survive dry and extreme temperature, thus are the major food source for many developing countries. It is also an important ingredient to brew millet beer.
Live in the mountain has less money (than living in the city), but they have lives. This was expressed by a shop owner I met at Pokhara. Apparently many Nepali who were borne in the mountain prefers not to stay in the city.
Some people are chasing for diamonds in the city, but I guessed the contempt folks in the mountains could already found their gems on the footsteps.
By the way, many of the stones were shining with metallic shine, and some glister like crystal. If you crack open the right stone, you could find crystals or even fossil of the ocean creatures (Himalaya used be bottom of the sea).
To me, I am just happy that today was a short trek. We reached Chomorong (funny that each town has many varying spelling, a.k.a Chhomrong or Chhumro) by 2pm, so some fellow trekkers could still enjoy the opened air hot spring at Jhinu (a.k.a. Chinu or Jhinudanda).