Hiking the Himalaya: Don't wanna come back down from this cloud
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The tension is over on this wonderfully clear morning at Tsergo Ri, the victory celebration in the evening was long and liquid. And now this even longer edges, a walk like hell always down. The way back from the mountain adventure leads down the whole Langtang valley, but this time not only to the village, but from there further on via Ghora Tabela to Rimche, the local hemp plantation capital at even only 2.450 meters.
The big mountains are now behind the queue, in front is the valley, from which already more trekkers and heavily loaded porters are streaming upwards. The suggestion made by one member of the troupe to build a railway line along the valley, which could be well used here, possibly points to increased creative power through hiking, but possibly also simply to a lack of oxygen.
Anyway, fellow hikers find that such a railway would ruin the whole beautiful landscape. The landscape would then look like Austria - and what use is it to the trekker if his porter is replaced by a freight train? Oh no, we don't wanna come back down from this cloud!
In Rimche, the idyllic place with the wide bench facing the evening sun, St. Miguel beer - hey, we're germans! - is still complete gone. We drunked all the lager they have had at this one evening we stayed here a few days ago. But instead the cook of the house makes her vegetable pies, which are called pizza on the menu. And at the request of the burnt-out guests she made it with a special topping made from the leftovers of the salami that has wandered in a trekker's backpack with us since the start of the tour. What a delicious taste!
Continuing on familiar paths, even if the weakness of the ascent upsets the remembered order of lodges and mini-places. So first comes this, and then that? At the end of the route via Bamboo Lodge, the way goes back from the north to the south bank of the Langtang Khola. In the meantime it is raining again, but only because a typhoon is raging in India and is messing up the weather up to here. Because in the middle of October, the Sherpas say, it never rains.
Down, down, like Bruce Springsteen sings in his tune "I'm Goin' Down". And from the bottom of the valley of course up again, then along the shore to Syabru Besi. Shortly before the capital of the whole area, where there is even internet again, happy cows stand in the middle of endless hemp fields. Hashish and marijuana are almost common in Nepal, with Hinduism playing a role. This religion is known to be quite strange with the sadhus and everything and it cultivates a relaxed approach to cannabis. Over us it is raining bubbles, but the cows are grinning. Smoking cows?
At 1.450 meters at the last lodge, the cook offers toast for breakfast. But after counting the orders received he has to apologize: He only has ten slices of it instead of 30 we need. At the evening we celebrate a disco with culture exchange at farewell. The Sherpas singing "Resham Piriri", a kind of ear worm on Nepali, which nobody who has ever heard it can get rid of. From a trekker-IPhone follows something from Metallica. The dance floor empties. Outside it's raining down. But here they have St. Miguel and even local Ghorka beer. Let's have another one! Civilization is slowly, but noticeably approaching.
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i gotta admire the strength of those people carrying all that stuff on their backs. Impressive photos!