My fabulous journey to the Annapurna Base Camp (part 1)
October 10th 2005 Early on Saturday morning we got up, picked up our hired porter, had our last breakfast in the city, and took a taxi to the village named Naya Pul. After a beautiful ride of about an hour the car stopped, and I couldn't really get it that from now we were going to rely on our feet only for an unknown period of 8-10 days. Our porter, Puran, was a good one, speaking ok English. We later discovered t
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