Going Up! (take 2) #Yes100 #1
Some of you may be counting down to Ch******s (sorry, I still can’t bring myself to say it) I’m counting down too, but starting at 100, this is my ‘Yes100’ to be precise. It’s September 23rd 2016 and there are 100 days left until we start kissing strangers and singing ‘auld lang thingywotsit’ to welcome in the new year. I’m going to be blogging like mad, a blog a day until 2017. Some old travel news, some new stuff, and some advice type blogs for those medical emergencies. Some may be long, some may just be a photo, but I’m starting with a rewritten version of a short blog I wrote a little over 9 years ago. I wrote it in Nepal as I made my way out of Kathmandu, west to Pokhara, and up to Annapurna. It’s only a little blog, more of a diary entry really, but there are 99 more blogs to come, and I don’t want to peak too soon.
OK now we were talking, we were finally are doing what we came to Nepal to do, not where we were meant to be, that’s another story, but we were still trekking in the Himalayas. We made it to the first tea house at 1200m. When I say tea house, what I meant was a brick shed with cold and cold running water. I dived into the shower and dived back out again. As you can imagine, water that was on top of a mountain and called ‘snow’ not that long ago, was what you might call bloody cold, and came as a bit of a shock to the heart, which almost stopped. Doc Duncan was next to head for the fast cold drip. I smiled quietly to myself as he screamed.
You could tell I haven’t done this for a while, I was knackered after a very steep trek through the Annapurna foothills. Through lush green vegetation and paddy field after paddy field, there’s rice everywhere you look. We had a commentary from Jimee on some of the wildlife and strange looking plants, the likes of which would cost a small fortune in the local garden centre back home. Some of the animal life around here got quite attached to most of us, literally. Leeches tried stealing my blood, the little sods. Don’t you just love nature? Now I remember why I hated central America so much. Every living thing wants a piece of you, and humid is not enough to describe this place. I had sweat coming from pores that haven’t seen action in years. Luckily, the higher we go the cooler it will get and the blood sucking beasts will diminish.
The meal that night was fantastic, a variety of Nepalese dishes all prepared by Jimee and his awesome team of porters. Well done guys!
Most of us repacked our bags, so we were carrying the absolute minimum. We have been told that tomorrow is death by steps, about 7000 of them, half a dozen of them are down though, so that’s OK. Why some people carry so much is beyond me, this is a trek in mountains, not a luxury holiday in a 5 star hotel. (Thank God!) Everything you pack has to be carried by some poor sod. Thankfully, the porters are machines.
Time for bed, but first a call of nature had to be answered. “Ere! someones stolen the bog!” came a shout from Paul the Scouse and trek comic. He was almost right, there it was, a hole in the floor, but that WAS the toilet. Number 2’s Nepal style, squat and squeeze. Just remember to totally remove your trousers or hold them to one side. Failure to observe this advice could lead to a nasty surprise when you pull them back up. That’s all I’m going to say on that!
Oh! One last thing… that spider above Martins head was enormous, should I have told him about it? Nah! It didn’t look like a venomous one, so I let him sleep.