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DAY 6
Larjung (2560m) to Marpha (2680m)
The view of the mountains from our bedroom window in the morning was a cracker. The sun rose behind the mountain so its rays illuminated the snowy peaks and the high jet streams that swirled the loose snow. We morning routine ensues, we pack our bags, everything lives in-side five separate, thick, double layered plastic bags that will get rolled over three times and then clamped with two bulldog clips. Up at high altitude and with a threat of the monsoon rains, if your stuff gets wet, it can be too cold to dry it out.
Downstairs its a different breakfast from the normal fried eggs and doughnuts/Tibetan bread. We get porridge and because we are walking to Nepal's apple kingdom, we find tasty apple chunks in the porridge. Our first piece of fruit in six days tastes good.
We walk on towards Tukuche, an old trading town between Tibetans from the North and Indians from the South. The Tibet traders would have carried wool and salt down to trade for grain from the South. We presumed there must be a secondary school around here as all the local kids wanted to test their English on us. Always the same questions; "Where your country? Where you walk from? Where you go?" We teach them a new question to ask: "Hey mr trekker, give me one dollar or I hit you with this rock!" (Joking)
We stopped at a local bakery and sat outside soaking in some sun. They had fresh apple juice and chocolate croissants. Trekking shouldn't always be hard work. Another two hours of walking up a dusty dry valley and we arrive at our final destination, Marpha, at the Nepalese lunch time of 11am. A guide told me the average Nepalese day is up at 5, breakfast at 6. Lunch at 11, Dinner at 6 and bed by 10pm.
We explored Marpha, cobbled streets, smokey houses and plenty of dry, old, last seasons apples for sale. We hunted down a cafe and ate the best portion of apple pie and custard. A thick, high wedge of apple cake was drowned in birds packet custard mix, yum.
In the evening we ate with two Italians, Laura and Fiorella. I asked them a usual backpacker question, why did you go traveling? Their reason, they said, was to see the world. After a few beers they confessed, really they were man hunting. Laura had her sights on an Australian and Fiorella was hoping for an Argentinean. Honest.
Two un-invited guests sat in our bedroom when we got back. They refused to leave and we nearly had to call down to reception. They acted aggressively, and waved a portion of their one hundred legs at us. With the shape of a large centipede, about 10cm long, their legs were very long and very thin. They looked mean, scary and a little prehistoric. I gave them instructions: stay on the window and don't come any closer. We lay down, and passed out.
Cooper out
Love Dan & Kat
Larjung (2560m) to Marpha (2680m)
The view of the mountains from our bedroom window in the morning was a cracker. The sun rose behind the mountain so its rays illuminated the snowy peaks and the high jet streams that swirled the loose snow. We morning routine ensues, we pack our bags, everything lives in-side five separate, thick, double layered plastic bags that will get rolled over three times and then clamped with two bulldog clips. Up at high altitude and with a threat of the monsoon rains, if your stuff gets wet, it can be too cold to dry it out.
Downstairs its a different breakfast from the normal fried eggs and doughnuts/Tibetan bread. We get porridge and because we are walking to Nepal's apple kingdom, we find tasty apple chunks in the porridge. Our first piece of fruit in six days tastes good.
We walk on towards Tukuche, an old trading town between Tibetans from the North and Indians from the South. The Tibet traders would have carried wool and salt down to trade for grain from the South. We presumed there must be a secondary school around here as all the local kids wanted to test their English on us. Always the same questions; "Where your country? Where you walk from? Where you go?" We teach them a new question to ask: "Hey mr trekker, give me one dollar or I hit you with this rock!" (Joking)
We stopped at a local bakery and sat outside soaking in some sun. They had fresh apple juice and chocolate croissants. Trekking shouldn't always be hard work. Another two hours of walking up a dusty dry valley and we arrive at our final destination, Marpha, at the Nepalese lunch time of 11am. A guide told me the average Nepalese day is up at 5, breakfast at 6. Lunch at 11, Dinner at 6 and bed by 10pm.
We explored Marpha, cobbled streets, smokey houses and plenty of dry, old, last seasons apples for sale. We hunted down a cafe and ate the best portion of apple pie and custard. A thick, high wedge of apple cake was drowned in birds packet custard mix, yum.
In the evening we ate with two Italians, Laura and Fiorella. I asked them a usual backpacker question, why did you go traveling? Their reason, they said, was to see the world. After a few beers they confessed, really they were man hunting. Laura had her sights on an Australian and Fiorella was hoping for an Argentinean. Honest.
Two un-invited guests sat in our bedroom when we got back. They refused to leave and we nearly had to call down to reception. They acted aggressively, and waved a portion of their one hundred legs at us. With the shape of a large centipede, about 10cm long, their legs were very long and very thin. They looked mean, scary and a little prehistoric. I gave them instructions: stay on the window and don't come any closer. We lay down, and passed out.
Cooper out
Love Dan & Kat
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