Saturday, May 1, 2010

mountains, part cinqo (Landruk to Dhampus, 6ish hours)

We started out the day intending to make it all the way own to Phedi and take the bus to Pokhara (there aren't any places to stay in Phedi).  Unfortunately we got word from locals that there was a big protest that had shut down all the roads in Pokhara, so we decided to stay the night in Dhampus (the town before Phedi), and head to Phedi first thing the next morning, with the likelihood that we'd have to end up walking the 8 miles back to Pokhara if no taxis were running.

The day started out with a treacherous descent, river crossing, and steep ascent - basically crossing from the top of one hillside to a facing one.  It was an intense start to the day and took us about 2 hours with lots of breaks.  We passed some kids in their school uniforms on their way up to school, who put us all to shame since they do that walk everyday...  Granted we had been pushing it the last few days and were carrying bigger backpacks than they were darnit!


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The woman in purple was the cook at our lunch stop.  She's making another really traditional Nepali dish - Momos - which is a dumpling filled with either veggies, buffalo, or other options.  Her daughter, in the photo below, served the food and was so sweet.  Her son was a bit of a wild child but i managed to catch him in a quiet moment after he helped a farmer herd some cattle through the village (and by helped, I mean that he smacked the cows as hard as he could with an empty water bottle, while yelling at them to move).
This is the lodge we stayed at on our last night, in Dhampus.  There were two girls who lived there and go to school in town, who had picked these gorgeous vibrantly colored roses and put them in their hair. The taller one came up and held my hand and asked me all kind of questions in English about where I was from, and told me about her schooling as best she could.
mmmmmm, ginger tea!  With nice big chunks of ginger in it...
  
My feet are the smaller ones at the bottom of the frame, and you can almost see how purple my toes were, from repeatedly stubbing them, and after a few hours of toe-crushing steep downhill descent.  I got some pretty gnarly blood blisters under each big toe and haven't been able to wear close-toed shoes since the end of the trek!

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