Flight in to Jomsom trumped the Kathmandu - Lukla effort by some way. The tiny 10-seater snaked its way through the Annapurna range in such a way that all on board, I'm sure, had to check the seat of their pants at least once! Though smaller than peaks dominating Everest National Park the Annapurna's are certainly more spectacular and endearing - a climber's wet dream.
This scenery and the vast array of landscapes have helped crown the Annapurna Circuit as Nepal's most popular trek. The full loop takes about 16 days, so given our previous trekking exploits, not to mention sudden heat wave, we opted for the shorter eight day Jomsom - Nayapul leg. After stuffing our faces with tea and toast in Jomsom (2710m) we set off east to Kagbeni (the opposite direction to that we should've gone) and the heart of Mustang Valley.
This stark and barren area of the middle Himalayas holds the last remnants of true Tibetan lifestyle untainted by foreign occupation. Whilst being annexed to Nepal, Mustang enjoys it's own autonomy and the residents live much the same as they have for centuries. To avoid this unique Kingdom being overrun by tourism the region has been gazetted as a restricted area with only small numbers of tourists given access every year.
Didn't see any Deliverence-esque scenarios unfolding, but the moon-like landscape was punctuated by the odd temporary settlement that Marit, rather worryingly, identified as Taliban training grounds! From Kagbeni we climbed to Jharkot (3550m) but turned back ahead of the world's largest pass, Thorung La, as demotivation began to set in. We rewarded ourselves, for five hours of feet dragging, with an over-sized slice of apple strudle at the outpost's rather aptly named"Yac Donalds".
In line with tradition, Marit managed to burn her nose so severely on this first day walking along the Annapurna trail, she decided to put all her desires to be fashionable aside and prevent further damage. The next few days of the trek, her nose would stay covered!
I suppose it would have been a good idea to weigh the packs before heading to Jomsom. Instead, we just headed out and we decided to carry it all ourselves. Or more to the point, Kris was carrying all the heavy stuff and Marit was just carrying the bag with food and drinks. This got lighter by the hour, forcing chocolate down our faces just to keep us going! The result, a cheery Marit and a puffed out, red faced Kris!
I suppose it would have been a good idea to weigh the packs before heading to Jomsom. Instead, we just headed out and we decided to carry it all ourselves. Or more to the point, Kris was carrying all the heavy stuff and Marit was just carrying the bag with food and drinks. This got lighter by the hour, forcing chocolate down our faces just to keep us going! The result, a cheery Marit and a puffed out, red faced Kris!
Where the Everest trail is packed with Yaks and their turds, the Annapurna trail has it's own variety of carriers, mules. And lots of them! In fact, there are so many of them we ended up in several "traffic jams". Mules are clearly an important part of the lives of people living along the Annapurna circuit. The animals can carry up to 50 kg each. It's a shame the herders don't take better care of their animals. The poor things are covered in sores and cuts and when not doing as requested they get showered by their owners with rocks. Nothing is more disturbing than watching innocent mules being abused like that by the people who fully rely on them. In fact, on more than one occassion we picked up a rock or two, tempted to throw them at the herders. See how they feel!
We set ourselves the target of reaching Ghasa on day two. Shame we forgot to look at the map's scale! No wonder people looked astonished whenever our destination popped up - it was more than 40 kilometers away! Still, never two to shy away from a challenge we pocketed the stupid map and trudged off west.
Paused in Marpha for more apple strudle - starting to realise where the "apple pie trek" nickname comes from - then onto Tukuche, Kalopani (getting tired now), Lete (really tired now) and finally Ghasa (2010m). The day took us along cliffs edges, through river beds and past ancient villages, and more villages, and more.... This never ending story of villages, river beds and cliffs got the better of us and just as we were about to collapse in a big heap there was Ghasa. Thank you so much! Beer, bucket shower, biriyani and bed was all we could motivate our tired bodies to do.
Even knowing that the day three's hike to Tatopani - rewarded with a dip in the hot springs - was less than five hours walk, talk about "couldn't be arsed". We allowed ourselves a lie in, but even then, Marit was packed and ready to go by the time I'd finished playing dead - no rest for the wicked! The trail this time stuck close to the Kali Gandaki River, rising and falling at intervals as it weaved its way to the springs (1190m). Nothing much of note here except Marit's venemous retort to my suggestion that we hire ponnies to help us cover the distance quicker.
After a tiresome 4 1/2 hour walk weaving our way up and down, we finally made Tatopani. First things first, we enjoyed a late lunch consisting of momo's and beer. Fed and watered we nipped to the springs for a spot of limb loosening. Word of warning. Never venture into a public bathing area after dining on beer and momos. It's embarrassing to say the least! Fortunately the heat of the water masked my blushes, and the aches and pains washed slowly away. Toasted our revitalised muscles with a bucketful of Everest Beer, Cordon Blue and Moussaka. Who says Nepalis can only cook rice?!
After a tiresome 4 1/2 hour walk weaving our way up and down, we finally made Tatopani. First things first, we enjoyed a late lunch consisting of momo's and beer. Fed and watered we nipped to the springs for a spot of limb loosening. Word of warning. Never venture into a public bathing area after dining on beer and momos. It's embarrassing to say the least! Fortunately the heat of the water masked my blushes, and the aches and pains washed slowly away. Toasted our revitalised muscles with a bucketful of Everest Beer, Cordon Blue and Moussaka. Who says Nepalis can only cook rice?!
Although it is very little known, there are quite a number of natural hot water springs scattered around the Himalayan Kingdom of Nepal. Mineralogists estimate of having at least 50 hot water springs in the land belt stretching between the Himalayan and mountain regions. These hot water springs are locally known as tatopani simply meaning ‘hot water’. The most famous one being in Tatopani near the Friendship Bridge across the border of Nepal and China at the end of Kodari (Arniko) Highway.
The next leg of the trek was to Ghorepani. The hotel manager said the leg to Ghorepani (2750m) was tough. Understatement! Steps. Steps. And more f**king steps! What's fun about that? We lost count after 20,000 so the number must have outnumbered Jacob's Ladder. Stopped for a quick pancake, in Sikha, to keep the body breathing. Mind you the views were....what views? Spent the entire six hours with our eyes fixed firmly on the next step. Apple pie was the savour of the day. And lots of it!
Now when you're off on the trip of a lifetime there comes a point when the strenuous outdoors stuff has to take a back seat to relaxation and libation. Day five was it! Given that we'd clocked up some two-and-a-half weeks of trail blazing in March we decided now was the time to cash in our "time out" card. Destination: Pokhara. Course,when you drag your tired legs up one side of an inconveniently placed mountain, you've got to drag them down the other side. Oh, and did I mention that our descent came in the form of steps. Yep thousands more bar steward steps!
Now when you're off on the trip of a lifetime there comes a point when the strenuous outdoors stuff has to take a back seat to relaxation and libation. Day five was it! Given that we'd clocked up some two-and-a-half weeks of trail blazing in March we decided now was the time to cash in our "time out" card. Destination: Pokhara. Course,when you drag your tired legs up one side of an inconveniently placed mountain, you've got to drag them down the other side. Oh, and did I mention that our descent came in the form of steps. Yep thousands more bar steward steps!
But we started the day early for one last push. Rose at 5am on day five to flirt with dawn on Poon Hill (3193m). Poon Hill lies in the foothills of the Annapurnas in the Himilayas. Whilst it is below the snowline in Nepal year-round, it is a wonderful hill to walk up for sunrise. A ridiculous time to done walking boots agreed, the hour-long hike was more than worth the effort. The views across the range were, are, stunning with Machhapuchhre, or "fish tail", (6993m), Annapurna South(7219m) Baraha Shikhar (7647m) and Annapurna I (8091m) all dominant. Enjoying a cup of coffee whilst watching the sun rise above the mountains sure is a good way to start the day, as long as you don't have to do it every day!