Day 3, Tumling to Kalipokhri, via Gairibas & Kaiakatta
See the ridge at the top of the frame, you were in Tumling on the other side of the mountain in the morning when you started. You glided through those clouds & walked those gnarly oak lined Singalila forest ridge up there. You see a tin shack village beneath in the valley & you quickly rumble downhill the mountain, to the valley village called Gairibas. You notice how the Indian army camp divides the border of India & Nepal & all these tiny eating joints happen to be in Nepal. You devour the snack of those Momo missiles & all the home made Gujju snacks come out as a welcome respite.
You stare quietly at the challenge ahead, a steep motorway road to our next stop Kaiyakatta. You rub your cramped calf muscle hard, wince, utter a few four lettered un-printables, jump up and start going uphill again. Gawd, it's a two kilometer incline, that you'd rather be going downhill. You hear your breath & heart thump & stop. You look back & all the aches, complaints disappear at the spectacular view.
To look back on your trek & times gone by is a satisfying & enthralling experience, provided we keep on providing interesting stimulus to our brief existence on this planet.
Day 3, Tumling to Kalipokhri, via Gairibas & Kaiakatta
See the ridge at the top of the frame, you were in Tumling on the other side of the mountain in the morning when you started. You glided through those clouds & walked those gnarly oak lined Singalila forest ridge up there. You see a tin shack village beneath in the valley & you quickly rumble downhill the mountain, to the valley village called Gairibas. You notice how the Indian army camp divides the border of India & Nepal & all these tiny eating joints happen to be in Nepal. You devour the snack of those Momo missiles & all the home made Gujju snacks come out as a welcome respite.
You stare quietly at the challenge ahead, a steep motorway road to our next stop Kaiyakatta. You rub your cramped calf muscle hard, wince, utter a few four lettered un-printables, jump up and start going uphill again. Gawd, it's a two kilometer incline, that you'd rather be going downhill. You hear your breath & heart thump & stop. You look back & all the aches, complaints disappear at the spectacular view.
To look back on your trek & times gone by is a satisfying & enthralling experience, provided we keep on providing interesting stimulus to our brief existence on this planet.