Published: February 11th 2010February 11th 2010
Since it's stupid to go to country where 8 of the world's ten most highest peaks locate and not to see them, we decided to go trekking to see some of those houses of Gods. Just because our time was limited we had to choose a short trek. One of them was a short loop of the real two week lasting Annapurna circuit and that is what we conquered.
Trek started by going from Kathmandu to Pokhara - to the city which i said to be the most beautiful in the world (I beg to differ, it looked just like a smaller Kathmandu to me). We were just hanging around nearby the lake. Next morning we were woken up by a knock on the door. Our guide asked us to get ready and quite soon we were in the bus which headed towards the mountains. I must say that those roads are not for faint-hearted - if the driver is drunk or too cautious you may end up in the bottom of the gorge.
The first day was short when we just got tired almost at once: climbing hills is challenging if you have just spent time on the
beaches and in the cities before doing nothing. We were sleeping in a small guest house, eating dal bhat (local food made of rise, vegetables and spices) and drinking raksi (local house wine). The day 2 was the hardest one since it was nothing but climbing up. Lauri got his bad moments during the hardest parts, but he survived as a winner when we arrived in Ghorepani. That was the highest village almost at 3000 meters. At five o'clock in the morning we woke up very our to get our asses to Poon hill in 3210 meters to see the sunrise. And it was worth it! From Poon hill we could see all the high mountain of Annapurna area. This time the mountains were stronger than us, I concluded, but beware Annapurna I, the Finns will come back yet!
Day 3 didn't include anything special... Just going up and down, seeing the mountains in the distance and taking some pictures. We were quite tired already so we did stay in Tarapani for the night. In the evening I was worried because I got fever, but fortunately three cups of black tea helped and I woke up without any major
weaknesses next morning. From now on if the locals of Tarapani will tell some legends of The one particular Finnish blaster guy, I must say that I've been witnessing the whole story. :) The unexpected weather conditions showed their true power when the first snow of the winter had come at the night. Actually I'm pretty sure there was lightning too! Lauri didn't have any proper shoes so we proceeded very slowly down the hills. The snow turned into water when the altitude got lower and we were consequently wet when we arrived in Ghandruk for lunch. We decided to skip last night in the Himalayas and we speeded up the tempo to get in Pokhara at the same day.
So we had our last supper with our guide Krishna (a hobbit-sized very effective trekker), which was nice after conquering, maybe not the mountains, but at least ourselves. I highly recommend trekking in the Annapurna region, beautiful views, memories and definitely sore muscles! :D
PS. I didn't read this entry through at all since we're flying to Vietnam tomorrow (it must contain more spelling mistakes and bad English in general than usually!).
There are more photos below