Monday, May 21, 2012

A strange bandha serenity

Today is yet another bandha - protest/strike day in Nepal. The various political parties are arguing about the constitution that is being passed on 27 May. Workers stay home, schools are closed, all public vehicles are not allowed on the road, stones are laid /people lay down to stop any traffic, businesses are closed but yet curiously tourist buses (which i am now on) are allowed to pass and many of the services, restaurants for tourists are open still.

The big difference is though that everyone is out on the roads, walking but also resting, picknicking as such and just sitting. The air is free of pollution and it's serene and quiet due to lack of horns and inpart to power cuts.

Interesting, just as we were leaving Pokara we've had about 3 different groups ( with Police looking on) to check that we check are not carrying any Nepali people on board. We do actually - they are the trekking guides and they are hiding down the back of the bus!

Friday, May 18, 2012

20 days of trekking Annapurna Circuit and Sanctuary

At Thorong La Pass - 5136m on the Annapurna Circuit

A little bit happy coming down from Annapurna Base Camp - at 4130m
 

There's something about Nepal - it's the absolute majestic-ness of 7000 and 8000m high soaring mountains, the wonderful blend of hindu and tibetan buddhism, a gentle and curious people in a land still struggling to become a modern nation and something else i can't quite put my finger on.

But what i do know for sure is how drop dead stunning and gorgeous the lush green valleys rising up to snow capped peaks and glaciers are - and that to move through their rocky and stepped trails on your own 2feet, covering hundreds of kilometres and climbing and stepping down thousands of metres over the course of a couple of weeks is something very special.

I'm good at recording little details of my travels (like what i spend every day and how many hours i walked and what altitude i slept at) however a little lazy in summing these up to some interesting figures... But, here's a go...





Annapurna circuit and sanctuary trek/annapurna base camp (ABC)

20 days of on average 7 hours walking a day to cover over 300kms, starting at an altitude of leas than 800 and rising to 5416m, walking on rough trails, snow and rock avalanches, through small villages and pine forests, up and down literally thousands of steps (i counted 2009 up steps that we climbed in 35 min after 9 hours of walking), at times getting caught in hail storms, making literally litres of masala tea to while away the rainy late afternoon, paying up to $5 for a dal bhat (rice, dahl with veg/pickles - Nepal's national dish) when you can find it for $1.50 in the cities, waking up at 4am to head up Throng La pass, relishing early morning starts to be rewarded with sunrises, crisp mountain air and stunning viewsp, spending on average $8 a day on lodging and food at lower elevations, to $15 at higher (everything - food, kerosene, gas has to be walked in), still managing to warm-ish showers the way around, and eating some of the most tasty food in unlikely places.

I started the trek with a roof top bus ride sitting on some dry goods/i don't know after spending a really nice evening wandering around an old hill top called Bandipur. The wrought of tourist vs. Nepali prices is especially so on buses - in fact the bus conductors, if there is an 'agent' around cannot accept a normal fare directly from you...you pay the agent, and then he pays the conductor. For the 250 rupees that i had to pay the agent, my conductor only got 100 rupees.the rest for the agent who travels in the bus a bit then hops off to return to the starting point. Note that this is more for touristic routes, not for a inner city / local bus trip.

But back to the trek, i ended up back in the bus, and was licky to have a really nce conversation and Nepali language lesson from the bus conductor and local kids who were in there. Words like tapaiko nam ke ho ( what's your name), mahdi (up) and etha (my side /this way ) utha ( your side / that way) were to come in very handy!





After a starting walk of 2 or so hours i reached the first check point to signal the start of the Annapurna Conservation Area. There I met Marco, a German guy who had been travelling for close to 2 years around southeast Asia. We walked a couple more hours , and then picked a lodge where we met 2 israeli's, a russian guy, Anton and German girl, Kerstin. What's cool is thar though you start separately, you see the same people as the trek progresses - in fact 10 days later Anton, Kerstin and i walked together before Kerstin and i attacked the annapurna sanctuary/annapurna base camp trek together.

The trek progressed gradually up and northwards towards the Annapurna massifs; unfortunately there is a road gradually being built around the circuit but for the most part of the 180kms or so there are foot only trails that wind their way around. The trail here compared to the Annapurna sanctuary /ABC was more gradual with less endless steps, but still challenging. Waterfalls started cropping up more and more and by the 4th day of walking we were getting beautiful vistas and views of the ranges. As it is pre-monsoon season the mornings are glorious and clear but first around 4pm, then 3 and 2 pm as we went up, the rain or snow would come lashing down.


The sunrises usually just after we had set for the day around 6am were stunning - esp the pre dawn light. Up there the pre monsoon dust layer dissappeas so views are stunning if the sky is clear. The sheer scale of the mountains i go on and on about, but these are really phenomenal...and it's not just 1 or 2, but picturesque ranges of these beasts.


Along the circuit (not so much abc) the tibetan gompas and stupas (monasteries and shrines) with their spinning prayer wheels remond you of where you are, as well as the cinversations you have with tibetan refugees who work here. You read about this, but when you meet Sonam in Tatopani, a 24y/o girl working 6am to 9pm every day, who speaks English and many other languages fluently enough to converse, is witty, clever and obviously intelligent, but because she is a refugee has no identity, passport or ability to move, it hits hime. Here i am swannng around the world for over a year, not working, nor supporting a family ... Just 'exeriencing'. Very humbling.

You generally walk the circuit anti-clockwise, to get the most out of the views, and frankly because the descent from the high pass is just a bit painful! (as in relentless downhill throgh a gravel landscape instead of the windy path yhrough snow and glacier rocks), and on the way up we also did a side tripto Tilicho Lake.



At 4630m alitude it's the highest lake in the world, with Lago Titicaca in Peru/Bolivia coming in after xxxx as 3rd. I was lucky to end up trekking with someone who had the same trekking rhythm. If you've ever gone multi-day trekking you'll know it's not aleays easy to be in a group of people with similar speeds, starting imes, eating habits etc. i was lucky , Marco who i met on the first day was a perfect trekking buddy for me and we managed to squeeze about 3 extra days of tougher routes and side trips and still make it around fast ( of course not that fast is an aim but a nice yay i did it kind of feeling). Actually, i was lucky twice as Kerstin and i did the ABC in record time too...though i rather think it was Kerstin who propelled us forward with ideas of hot showers and chocolate cake.




Anyway, back to Tilicho Lake..we had to pass a fair few landslides to get there ( hats off to the porters who with their 40kg loads make it down and around these at times in sandals) and even though we ended up doing the 3 hour walk up in cloud and fog, reaching up to the snowy frozen bit before reaching a frozen lake and having the cloud part momentarily was elating.










2 days later we were rewarded though with our 4.30am ascent up from our camp at 4600 to 5416 Thorong La with perfect weather, and this time the adrenalin and just pure elation ( and perhaps slightly the thin air) was runnng high. Stopping halfway up, after overtaking just a few people:) i nearly ran iver and hugged people as thet came up for a rest. Reaching the pass there was much photo taking, jumping around, yoga poses (for pics) and f course some well deseeved snacking.

After about a hour frolicking around, we startes the relentless descent of 2000m, yes going down 2km in altiude in a couple of hours to reach (after an unfortunate wrong turn/detour) the rather unattractive pilgramage town of Muktinath.

We had heard great thing about a smaller oasis town (it was sort of gravelly, windy moonscape) called Kagbeni, so after the descent pushed on to the **jeep!! (yes the ONLY transport i took) and after waiting about an hur had enough people to make an extremely bumpy ride here. It was actually hilarious...14 people in 1 jeep, i'm butted up against the deadbolted (from the outside) back door, folded over with head in lap as the bumpy ride means my whole body is jumping into the air and into the ceiling (curiously in time to some justin beeber music!) funny funny ow funny!


Kagbeni was a complete gem; an oasis of willow trees; medieval houses in small alleyways, a room with the bells f passing mules and goats to wake you up ( though always starting early means that even now i'm waking up at 530am.), a nice lodge and even better roof top dining area. And it was called YacDonalds!




This half of the circuit is very different and many people take a bus or even fly back to Pokara. There are however trekking trails all well away from the road, and you also miss some beautiful towns like Marpha (apples galore!), Ghasa and many other smaller, now less visited villages.

In the end i'm glad that i walked this and it gave a couple of days of easy downhill walking ( we up and down and up but generally down) to rest before ABC.


ABC was a completely different trek, now instead of going around the mountains, now we were in them. LOTS of up and down and up, but through pine and bamboo forests, the end of flowering pink and red Rhododendrons, lush green dappled forests, across some glaciers, back in bamboo all the way up to the base camps. We did a couple of mammoth days, one being from Chhomrong up to Machaphchhre Base Camp (most people do in 2 or even 3 days) through hail and rain for the last hour. The next morning we walked the hour up to Annapurna Base Camp for sunrise, which was spectacular with first pink then orange then yellow morning rays lighting up the bowl of mountains which we were in. Machapucche or 'fish tail' is a beautifully shaped cone to Annapurna's big massif (like Ama Dablam to Everest) and the great thing about the rest of the trek was that you were rewarded with views of the mountains all the way back to Pokara.

By this stage, 18 days in, we were both more than ready to head back to city comforts, but the most exhausting day was the last. Due to the bandha/protests, no buses were running so after close to 300kms of walking, and 4 hours that morning of descent, we walked the final 19 kms in just over 4 hours in blazing hot sun back to Pokara.

Oh but what a reward was to be had! Kerstin introduced me to her favourite coffee shops, and before even heading back to the hotel i was drowning delightedly on a perfectly made, coffee punching (first in 4 weeks) frappuchino.

Of course this doesn't eclipse all the other memories, but it was a sweet,chilled and poetic end to the amazing 20 days of trekking the Annapurna region.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Nepali overtaking strategy

I've figured out that this consists of blearing your horn on the build up to and while overtaking...in single lane blind corners, up/down hills, regardless of whether you're a truck, car or motorcycle.

Oncoming traffic?? They'll just hear you and slow down. Or if it's 2 motorbikes, you just pass eachother in the one lane.

Crazy...i miss the riding, stopping off where i want etc, but glad to not actually have to drive!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Kathmandu tranquility and chaos

The small crowded streets of kathmandu have been overwhelming for me; throngs of people with motorbikes and blaring horns weaving through, dogs, cows and people picking through not so neat piles of roadside rubbish, bare tangles of electricity wiring overhead, shops, vendors and tourist touts piled on top of oneanother, and overlaying all this, the heavy smog and fumes infiltrating up your nose and mouth.


But somehow it feels relaxed too; safer on the whole than south america, less calling out by the men, quiet dawntimes with only a cacophony of birds and the occasional barking dog, and with all the hindu shrines and buddhist temples/stupas, i have found many moments of quiet reflection.

Yesterday i visited the Boudha, a huge stupa just outside of Kathmandu that is surrounded by monasteries. Legend is that a woman was granted as much land as she could cover with the skin of a water buffalo, and she cleverly cut it up into thin strips and joined them together to create a massive circumference

You walk around the stupa in a clockwise direction and you can climb up towards the piercing blue eyes of Buddha and 13 gold steps to nirvana. You can join the monks who are dotted around the edge to meditate too, or give offerings for prayers.

I had a nice time walking around the stupa, stopping here and there, walking around the maze of streets to find various monasteries and enjoying some ginger tea.



Boudha Stupa




It's an interesting mix, you have the normal mess of dirty streets around the pristine white and colourful flagged Boudha, but then soaring mansions and immaculate gardens of the monastery compounds complete with barbed wire fencing. Buddhism is big business here - for both locals and the plethora of foreigners who are either living here or visiting for instruction.

I mean i get it, the appeal of both introspective work and doing it in a place like Nepal. You really can feel it am g everything else, and i myself am being drawn to more meditation practice and have more interest to visit religious sites, like the place Buddha was born to meditate there. But i also have a bit of cynicism too...not to the practice, but the way we as westerners seem to flock in droves with our pre-determined ideas. And i've not met many foreigners who speak Nepali.

I'm struggling with that, not being able to easily converse with locals about things, and funnily enough i don't think they are understanding my automatic spanish responses!

One more rant on us visitors, i was reminded disembarking the plane how we swoop in with our gore tex, high tech hiking gear, over prepared and under relaxed for our planned treks. It sort of feels like overkill, or at least we are some sort of dressed up comedy act ready to perform in the mountains.

Back to the monastaries...i can highly recommend staying in one instead of the tourist throng in kathmandu. Cost wise it's the same, and you get to enjoy hilltop serenity under beautiful stupas and dine with the monks and nuns. And of course meditate and receive instruction. When i come back to kathmandu that's where i'm headed. (Kopan Monastery)

Today i'm on the 'tourist' bus (aka sans chickens and rice bags) to Pokhara. I've been feeling a little overwhelmed with everything here, and frankly i'm just over and tired or traveling, so i'm off to find me some Himalayan mountains to wander through.

Oddly the bus trip is pretty similar; narrow mountainside highways (though for the most part paved) with dangerous passing trucks, and even in the hillside theres inca like terraces carved out.

Oh and the other good thing? Tasty food and hot chai/chiya in the morning!


Cows feasting in central Kathmandu

Durbar Square, central Kathmandu


Shrine at intersection near Thamel, central Kathmandu at 5.45am 




Monday, April 23, 2012

Culture kaleidoscope

On thursday i left a carribean port town to go to nyc. What i hadn't expected was to land in a spanish neighbourhood in queens, complete with colombian panaderia's (bakerys), taco street vendors, notaria's (legal offices) and spanish spoken in most stores and on the street.

Two blocks down it turned into little india; in one fell swoop the people, language, stores and atmosphere changed. Then came the philipino neighbourhood. It sort of wowed me and freaked me out a bit too.

then up the road in flushing, something like a hong kong with large electronic billboards, a line of bubble tea shops, asian clothing and knick knack stores.

Manhattan was a total change, suddenly 'the' nyc, complete with movie stars, models, upscale grocery stores, jazz clubs and people out everywhere in droves.

On sat i left nyc, had a quick stopover in london, then ended up in bahrain, who had just had the formula one grand prix. The people changed again, arabs in full white dress were intermingled with sports clad tourists, there seemed to be the odd grand prix girl, and i got to hold a bird in the departures lounge.

My flight to delhi had a lot more Indians, and now waiting for another connecting flight after 20 hrs of culture kaleidoscopes, i'm looking forward to finding somewhere to sleep when i arrive in Kathmandu.

On the plane to Kathmandu the people changed again to be more asian looking... Perhaps that's why i am feeling somehow more at home again.

Now...i've made it ti ktm...it feels good to be back.

Isn't it amazing that we can experience..i am continually wowed by the people of the world.

Friday, April 20, 2012

ciao :( to south america





well, it's over....17 months going from east to south to west to north of south america...  I'm now in a plane looking down at the azure blue atolls perhaps around cuba, and on my way to the USA and then Delhi, India. I'm so ready to stop traveling, I am really really looking forward to arriving back in Brisbane, seeing family and friends, meeting my nephew for the first time, meeting up with old friends and new babies, and just getting to know australia again!

i happened to glance in my passport - i got it new just before I left to live in the UK, so when I return (I have 2 free pages left now, so after nepal and India, i think i'm going to be cutting it fine!) this passport will have  been a record of close to 5 years away from Australia without any visits. such an odd and exciting feeling!

but back to the last couple of days in cartagena... it's a dirty beautiful city. dirty meaning more that because it's a port, and has a colourful history it's not just polished and pretty, there's some grit, loads of colour and character, as well as the very picturesque and romantic old, walled city. it's hot though, actually the last week or so has been sticky and salty and hot... such a different landscape and feeling/culture to the rest of my experiences in south america.

there's so many ethnicities here at the coast - very different from the andean cultures with the music somehow not quite as annoying after 6 hours of continuous blaring, the beer is chilled and cools you down, the colours are vivid, and there's the blue (and grey, lets face it, it's not quite Caribbean lslands here) of the ocean, and just everything has a different flavour.

i'm sad to have missed so much of colombia - but it really is beautiful, very advanced, completely safe in y experience and somewhere where I look forward to coming back. the people also - as promised, very friendly, genuinely interested in chatting and helpful too. And beautiful. Oh, yes, stunning! though there is an alarming amount of plastic surgery though!

so to sign off on south america, here's some of my last impressions... 


Pics from Cartagena...
















And from the previous couple of days along the coast at Minca and Costeno Beach...