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The official website of adventurer and author of It Takes Two To Tandem, Louise George. Louise currently resides in Adelaide, South Australia with her husband. The two regularly travel and undertake many adventures together, including riding travelling 880 miles through the United Kingdom, from John O’Groats to Lands End.

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Sri Lanka: Kandy

Louise George

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As we rode into Kandy passed Temple of the tooth, I spotted the name Gelateria on our right. We alight at the next stop, and walk back to an International Food Hall, that is clean, air conditioned bliss. The Latte, purchased at R760 for 2, far exceeds the bus ticket of R240 for the two of us to travel 100 kms. 

At 3 we grab a Tuk Tuk to take us to the apartment. We thought it was a couple of kilometres from the centre but hadn’t checked the topography. Kandy has a small centre that is flat, and it’s surrounded by huge hills. We have no idea where to go, and neither does the driver. He ‘guns’ the vehicle up steep inclines, and asks people a couple of times for directions. Our driver, Rasika was happy to catch some tourists, and convinces us to use his Tuk Tuk services tomorrow. Our accommodation is almost at the top of a hill, in a residential suburb. It is a small apartment, with wonderful views. Fortunately our host, who lives downstairs, offers to give us a home cooked dinner; whew we don’t need to figure how to get back down to the city.

Rasika arrives at 9 and takes us to the high into the hills to Lankathilaka, a Buddhist temple that dates back to 1344. The temple is built atop a rock, providing a view of distant hills and valleys, paddy fields and luxuriant vegetation. On our return to the vehicle we acknowledge the skill of a wood carver who is working away, surrounded by hundreds of wooden items for sale. We are intrigued with a wooden box of which the opening alludes us; no joins are visible. The wood carver shows us a very ingenious couple of moves that opens it. Now that we know what to do, even repeating the technique is difficult. Very clever!

Next stop is to be the Botanic Gardens but Rasika wants to take us to a herb garden first. We are left at the entrance and approached by a gentleman who explains that he gives a free tour and is a herbal remedy doctor. He proceeds to point out the plants and the types of remedies that they are used for; going so far as to apply the balm from the Neem plant to a patch of Nev´ś hairy legs, and ten minutes later uses a tissue to wipe it off, along with the hair. Of course the final area is a small shop selling many concoctions. We had shown an interest in a natural remedy to stop snoring but decided after being advised of the price, that I would have to put up with Nev´ś night noises.

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The Royal Botanic Gardens are mentioned in tourist brochures as a ‘must see’ and because we both like gardens that is our next stop. It’s a pricey $15 entry fee but we enjoy walking for a couple of hours, in the cool of the shade of huge tree canopies, amongst the many species collections in the gardens. There has been a garden here since 1371! Most plantings have been cultivated on a larger scale from the early 1800s. When we exit, Rasika is not at the gate at the appointed time. Another Tuk Tuk driver says he is coming, so we wait. 

We are dropped next at the International Food Hall for lunch, then walk across to the Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic. 

The Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic is a Buddhist temple located in the former Kingdom of Kandy. The temple houses a tooth that, legend has it, was retrieved in 543BC, from Buddha’s funeral pyre, and given to King Brahmadatte and thereafter has been a royal possession. A belief grew, that whoever had the tooth had the divine right to rule. Historically the tooth was moved around and housed in other temples such as the one we saw ruins of, at Polonnawarua. The Relic is still revered, with daily ceremonies held in the temple. The history, artworks and architecture of the Palace complex also made the visit here very interesting. 

We’d arranged to meet Rasika at 4:30, but he is not at the meeting place. A security guard tells us our driver will be 5 minutes. Then we are told 20 minutes so we go back inside the food court for a cold drink. On returning to the meeting point there is still no sign of our Tuk Tuk. We’re approached by another driver who tells us he is to take us to our hotel. Not again! Our day’s fee has not been paid to Rasika and the agreement was that he deliver us to our accommodation. We don’t want to pay this guy, and we’re actually happy to wait and watch the ‘goings-on’ around us. Rasika finally shows up 40 minutes late with a “sorry”. We get in and he hurriedly drives off, giving us the impression we are a nuisance and he should be somewhere else! The trip back up the hill is hectic, almost to the point of dangerous, as at one intersection I have the grill of a bus only centremetres from my right ear! We’re bounced over the steel drainage grills in the road and delivered to the gate. Payment is made and he’s away, with no question of “what are you doing tomorrow”. I’m over Tuk Tuk drivers!

We’ve taken an administration day. Time to book ahead, catch up with the calendar and budgeting App (Trail Wallet), respond to emails, as well as use the washing machine. Midday we decide to go for a walk to look for somewhere for lunch on the main road at the base of the hill, walking vía a mapped path that goes straight down. Google tells us it’s 3 km to a highly recommended Icecream shop. By the time we’ve done the round trip, with an extension to look for a torch for me to use later when we get to Adams Peak, we’ve covered at least 8 km in the sticky heat, maneuvering around hundreds of buses (goodness knows how we ended up in the middle of the bus station), and dodging thousands of school girls (dressed in white uniforms with red ties) who at 1:30 had finished school for the day; we’re exhausted.

Later our hostess called by with cake and an offer of providing dinner tonight that we thankfully accepted. Yeah! We could cancel our thoughts of walking back down this evening. 

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Sri Lanka: Colombo to Kandy - including the heritage sites of Sigiriya and Polonnawarua

Louise George

Sigiriya from Pidurangula

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When we went to the station to purchase tickets the day before yesterday, we had been told at the Tourist counter we couldn’t prebook and that there would only be 3rd class carriages available. “For the 6:05 departure, get to the station at least by 5:45, go to Counter 3, and expect to have to do some shoving!”

Having left the huge amount of gear, (enormous suitcase and chockka full overnight bag) needed for Europe, (how we are going to carry it all on two bikes, is yet to be realised); we are down to travelling with a day-backpack each. The Grand Oriental Hotel is in a quiet area and at 5:15 a.m. there are not the many sleeping Tuk Tuk drivers we were expecting to see; in fact there are none. None show before we reach the street corner, so we decide to return to the hotel reception to see if they will call one. The receptionist comes outside, looks into the Tuk Tuk parked outside and shrugs his shoulders.  His small attempt to help, produces the same result as we got. Nothing! By the time we walk, at just under jogging pace to the station, we are hot and sweating. There is no long queue and we are pointed to Counter 2 for tickets on a 2nd class carriage. Nice surprise!  We are observed looking for Platform 4, by an astute man who appears to be deaf mute, he guides us onto a dark carriage, then produces a card that indicates he’s a ‘station scout’ and then displays a page of information about a Deaf school, and note book of people’s names, country and donations they have made; some rather large. We duly follow with a small contribution; that in his opinion doesn’t warrant an entry in the notebook, as it is quickly removed before we can write in it. The assistance was helpful, but I’m skeptical that this is a tourist scam. There are 7 people on the carriage, not the hoards with standing room only, as we expected!

Whirling ceiling fans and air from the open windows did nothing to cool the carriage. The only way to escape the cloying heat was to doze intermittently. The journey of just over 5 hours was an interesting view of paddy fields at various stages of cultivation, and fruit trees, giving the impression of subsistence farming. We had snacks for the train; peanuts, mandarin and Easter Egg. Nev went on to the platform at one of the long stops, and returned with two delicious curried egg samosas. 

We settled in to Le Grand Meaulines, and then walked the 1&1/2 km into Habarana to find lunch food. An afternoon nap snuck up on both of us, and we realised now that home (Adelaide) was six and a half hours ahead, we were probably jet lagged.  We ate dinner of a ‘set course’, many curry dishes and rice, followed by fresh fruit, then went to bed early and slept ‘like logs’, in spite of our earlier napping.

We chose to eat breakfast at 6:30, as we want to beat the heat and crowds at Sigiriya. A Tuk tuk driver, already with a passenger, offered us a free ride just 200 metres to Habarana Junction; that seemed a little odd, and only a little generous, but we climbed in. At the Junction he dropped his passenger and then offered us a paid ride to Sigiriya 17 km away. The speed limit for a Tuk Tuk is 40 kph. The driver wound that little machine up to 60 km per hour as we hurtled along a quiet road, bordered by jungle.

As soon as we’d purchased the entrance tickets we headed to the top. The sun was already out in full force. The stair climb was harrowing. Concrete was soon replaced by a steel platform, supported by steel braces that were embedded in the rock. The final section was climbing almost upright, steel steps. What an amazing view of 360 degrees was visible from atop this enormous flat rock.

Sigiriya had been a city created in 5th century AD by King Kashyapa and was composed of buildings, pathways, ponds and terraces. We wandered amongst the ruins, seeking shade wherever possible. It was fascinating trying to imagine royalty living at this height, particularly trying to visualise how difficult it must have been to get people and goods to the top of the rock. King Kashyapa had plotted the assassination of his father and overthrew his brother, so probably protection was his prime motivation to rule from such a height. Back at the base the museum gave an interesting overview of the history of the region.  

Another Tuk Tuk ride took us to Dambulla, and we started the afternoon with a ‘set lunch’. So much food!  We found these rice and curry meals the norm for a meal in Sri Lanka; similar to last night’s dinner; an enormous amount of rice (too much usually) and at least five curries. Another Tuk Tuk dropped us at Dambulla Caves. We didn’t expect to climb many steps but were quite wrong, as there was at least a twenty minute climb up to the Caves. So many steps for already weary legs!  Dambulla Caves is an area of five rock cave temples.  We have to remove our shoes and hats: the flag-stone is hot underfoot! At least in the temples it is cool.   The Caves contain about 150 Buddha statues. Some Buddha images were created here 2000 years ago. 

We ambled our way the 2km back to Dambulla, past one of Sri Lanka’s biggest wholesale markets that looked like a constant stream of trucks and Tuk Tuks arriving with bananas and pumpkins etc.  We needed to sit, and cool down, as we find the heat and humidity drains our energy, so continued to walk back to Mango Mango cafe, where we had eaten lunch, for some cool aircon and a Coke.

Almost the final excursion on this epic day, was a Tuk Tuk to Pidurangula for another climb. The driver made it quite clear we should come down at 6:30 following sunset. He would pick us up at 7, by this stone step, and the fee would be R1300. He repeated this a few times to make sure we got it! The climb was up irregular stone steps, through the treed slope of the hill, past the ruins of cave dwellings where Buddhist monks once lived, and just beyond a reclining Buddha the steps finished and the route became a rock scramble. I found it pretty scary but forced myself to push on, facing my fear to squeeze under a large flat rock slab and finally breathe in relief as we were now out to a large reasonably flat, open stone hilltop. We enjoyed the amazing views back to Sigiriya. We could see people (tiny as ants) climbing, as we had done this morning. I made my way down just after 5. I had no intention of negotiating the climb in the dark. It was almost dark when I got near the bottom and at this point a couple of naked bulbs lit the path. I realised I had the headlamp that Nev would need, and it would be completely dark when he descended. Oh dear!

A man came up to me and said the ticket office had rung him because our Tuk Tuk driver wasn’t coming now. He asked if I had come from Dambulla and I said no, because I thought ‘if he is lying to me, then I’ll lie to him’. I told him I was waiting for Nev and my driver.

Nev came down early because with the blanket of cloud it was obvious there was not going to be a brilliant sunset. In spite of the new Tuk Tuk driver pressurising us the leave with him, I insisted we wait until 7. Guess what? Our driver didn’t turn up!  By now it was dark and not many people left. The new driver wanted more rupees, he pretty much had us to ransom. I refused to go with him and arranged with the van driver of the only vehicle still in the area, to drop us at the main road and we’d catch another Tuk Tuk. I’m sitting in the van waiting for Nev to get in, when he says the Tuk Tuk driver has agreed to our original price and we’ll go with him. I was not happy and the driver was pissed off, espousing that he couldn’t drive in the Sigiriya park in the dark and he’d have to take the back roads, so he took off on an unsealed road at a great rate, dodging pot holes. We got to tarmac and he said he wanted to get his friend, in case something happened, and we turned onto another dirt road and we were left in the dark while he went to get his mate. I was freaking out. Dumb tourists in the dark, in the jungle in Sri Lanka, with a driver that they’ve pissed off, now getting reinforcements to steal our money and dispose of our bodies. Yes I was that dramatic! Nev stuffed the few items we carried, into one bag and tucked it on the floor behind his legs. The driver came back with another man, who sat beside me, and we headed to Habarana. Nev made small talk and it seems there was genuine concern of the driver that he could come to a mishap on the road, vehicle breakdown, or elephant attack, and may need support; (clearly my reaction had been irrational), and then the heavens opened. The rain was torrential and visibility almost nil! We blindly continued at a slower speed and then after about five minutes, thankfully the rain stopped. I’ve never been so pleased to arrive at a destination and headed straight indoors, leaving Nev to try and convince the driver that we did not want his services tomorrow. 

We walked in to Habarana Junction, and caught the bus to Polonnawarua. Rather than watching the scenery, we were drawn to the screen at the front of the bus aisle, that showed video clips of elephant attacks on occupied vehicles, such as an elephant’s leg weight smashing through a windscreen; motorcycle riders dropping their machines and running for their lives. Fortunately our journey was without mishap.  Bikes were offered the moment we got off the bus, and before we knew it we were cycling beside the pretty lake to the first historic sites of interest, and then back to the main archeological site entrance. 

Today is Vesak Day; a public holiday held at the time of the first full moon in May; to celebrate the birth, enlightenment and death of Buddha. Their are many families visiting the site, paying homage to Buddha.  Many wear white as a sign of respect.

It’s extremely hot and a condition of entry to many of the ancient religious areas is to remove hats and footwear. Delicate feet that have rarely been barefoot these past years are now tentatively trending the rough flagstones and desperately seeking any shade offered. Sandals, not turned upside down, become heat absorbers, and inserting the feet seems to me as painful as walking on hot coals.

Kings ruled from here 800 years ago and it was an important commercial and religious center. The Polonnawarua site is spread over many square kilometres and the bikes are a great way of getting around.

The return bus to Habarana is full, apart from the two seats directly behind the driver. A man already occupies the third space on the bench, the seat closest to the window.  Almost immediately I nod into a ‘heat exhaustion’ coma. When I finally rouse myself enough to focus, I can’t believe that we are in the hands of a maniacal driver. This guy only has one speed, and that is as fast as possible. He almost runs into the rear of vehicles in front (some are small pick-up trucks, with passengers in the back) to exert his bus-size dominance. He seems to only overtake on blind corners, scattering the small vehicles he is overtaking and forcing oncoming vehicles off the road! In one overtaking manoeuvre, we narrowly miss side-swiping a concrete bridge railing, on the opposite side of the road! We’re on a bus; not a little racing car! The bus stops at the small village just a couple of kilometres from Habarana. The driver gets off for a break, as do some of the passengers.  We then proceed to Habarana in a civilised manner. We conclude that the maniacal driving was to make up time for a break, or he was desperate to go to the toilet.

We’ve finally got it!  A Red bus is a government bus, blue buses are private; only take a red bus. At least we have a seat mid-way down the red bus. We think it’s good that we can’t see the  road ahead (we won’t be able to see any havoc the driver creates) but it’s still three hours of heat, sitting squeezed into a cramped space.  It’s Day 2 of Vesak, and many people are on the road. The bus is soon standing room only. I’m not sure when the driver started his section, but it’s been 3 hours with no breaks, and I hope he still has the concentration it takes to drive on two lanes that expand to four, or however many are needed to keep the layers of traffic moving.

Sri Lanka - Introduction

Louise George

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Most tourists our age who go to Sri Lanka spend about 10 days here. They join a tour where everything is catered for, or hire a driver (as was recommended to us by the gentleman at the Colombo Tourist Office). A driver will obviously take you where you want to go, help you get tickets to tourist sites and probably even select places to stay. These can sometimes be more expensive than the budget traveller wishes to pay, but more suitable to the drivers needs. Sometimes drivers will want to take passengers to shops where they get commission. We had 21 days and a pretty relaxed schedule. We chose the ‘do it yourself’ option because we wanted flexibility, we wanted to ‘do it like the locals’ and we’re tight arses.

Our accommodation choices were always adequate rather than superior. Rooms were clean, we always had an ensuite bathroom; but sometimes the linen was a little ‘tired’. Occasionally access would be difficult if a person didn’t have good mobility; often stairs (no lifts) and at Ella Hide View the wooden stair was rickety and the handrail broken, so treacherous in the wet. Wherever possible we chose local restaurants rather than tourist restaurants. Local dishes were more flavoursome; we are not afraid of the heat of chilli, nor of eating with our fingers (although some restaurants do provide forks and spoons), and meals were usually a couple of dollars cheaper than restaurants that target tourists. Street food was often very delicious; especially mango sprinkled with salt and chilli powder.

We had a wonderful time, and given that we had 21 days, would not have travelled any differently. Maybe we would have headed for the northern beaches, rather than the southern ones, as we have been told that at this time of the year (April/May) the north is not affected by the monsoons.

Bali - Indonesia - 20/4/2018 - 25/4/2018

Louise George

Having farewelled my job, my work colleagues, our friends and son, seen our belongings put into storage and our house ready for the tenant who moves in on Saturday, our flights to Bali on Friday night were for 4 day’s of indulgence and time with our daughter. Chelsea’s flight arrived from Darwin around 1 a.m. and we’d arranged for a driver to take the three of us to Ubud. This was a drive of about 1 hour 15 minutes, and at this early hour roads were virtually devoid of traffic. Our villa was beyond the road end. A motorcycle appeared and our large bag soon strapped onto the rear. As we were trudging with all the remaining luggage, along paths we could barely see, Nev was reminded of the website notation that this venue was not suitable for large suitcases. But of course at the time of booking we never envisaged that would be us!

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With our bags already stretched to capacity (as we have most of the gear we need for cycle touring and camping when we get to Europe), we’ve no room for items, so shopping here is only to buy services. We’ve each had a massage, a pedicure, and for me a manicure and reflexology. Nev has had a haircut and beard trim. We’ve eaten tropical fruit and local dishes, we’ve drunk Bali coffee and local beers. In between we’ve dropped into the pool to cool down. 

On our last day Nev and I hired the services of Infinity Lifestyle Adventures www.infinitylifestyleadventures.com and Rudy guided us, as we mountain biked from Mt Batur to Ubud. 35km of mostly gentle downhill, following a mixture of seal, dirt roads, paddy field paths and occasionally single track that joined villages to roads. 

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Mt Batur is an imposing feature in this landscape, but it is the smaller Mt Agung that has been recently spewing ash and volcanologists have warned of an impending eruption. Apart from Chelsea’s 30th celebration in Bali last year, we had not visited Bali since 1981. The growth of tourism in those 37 years has spoiled the memories we have.  Back then a bemo took us over dirt roads (now paved the length of the island) from Kuta to Legion. We went to Ubud because we’d heard there was a going to be a Balinese funeral, and rather irreverently, we went to observe the procession of the body on a tower of bamboo to the cremation ceremony. I have memories of attending celebrations at the temple, watching the dancing and puppetry, listening to the music, seeing offerings of stacked, puffed rice cakes, along with flowers and bananas, that were occasionally stolen by monkeys. Little did I know that many years later packets of rice cakes would sell as a snack item in our supermarkets.  We did what most young people do, and hired a motor scooter to ride from Ubud (that had no tourist shops) to Lovina on the north coast (that had little in the way of accommodation to stay at). Our memories are of lush terraced rice paddies, locals bathing and doing laundry in clear fast flowing streams, and village road-sides edged with temples.  Bali had been our last stop on a three month, South-East Asia back-packing holiday; and I had stored the idyllic experience away with a touch of the romantic. 

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The mountain bike ride revived those feelings of peace. It was lovely to ride through villages where people went about their day as if tourists did not exist, and see the homes tucked behind temples instead of shop fronts in the foreground.

 

Tour Aotearoa 2016 - New Zealand's North Island

Louise George

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Tour Aotearoa was the highlight of 2016.  Like our tandem trip; this was my idea. I was looking for a challenge but for fear that people would think we were crazy I didn't tell many people until 3 months before the event. I was committed but still full of fear at that stage; that we would not be able to achieve the challenge of riding 3000 km, the length of New Zealand. 

My fear had driven me to spend hours on the bike, and Nev and I passed the hot summer weekends riding long rides and gear-testing camping trips within the Adelaide region.

New Zealand delivered fine weather and great companionship that made this a truly memorable adventure. 

Nepal - Manaslu Circuit - Day 6 - Namrung to Lho

Louise George

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With the enormous porridge bowl filled to a centre peak higher than the brim, it’s too much this morning. Nev is well today but I'm feeling a little queasy.  The apple slices looked appetizing but with the flavour of onion evident, I was easily deterred from eating breakfast.  I was reminded of the numerous times I had seen washing of stainless steel bowls, mugs and pressure cookers outdoors, probably in cold water and the less than hygienic lifestyle was sitting heavy in my belly this morning.

I had time before our departure to walk back through Namrung village. I was interested in checking out the ‘resort’.  We’ve taken 5 days to get to this point but the Nubri Four Seasons resort offers 4 day packages to tourists that includes a helicopter return flight from Kathmandu, meals, a few hours of walking on two of the days, foot massages and hot showers! I walk past a woman sitting outdoors in the meagre warmth, weaving yak hairinto a colourful scarf.  The light and temperature is probably far superior outdoors, to what she would have experienced in her stone house.

Our trek started around 7:30, mostly on a track that is more hard packed earth and only some stairs. We cautiously crossed five snowy avalanches. There were still some steep climbs that I felt I was struggling with, and I tried the na…

Our trek started around 7:30, mostly on a track that is more hard packed earth and only some stairs. We cautiously crossed five snowy avalanches. There were still some steep climbs that I felt I was struggling with, and I tried the nasal breathing that KK advised was the best for oxygen intake but breathing in and out of my nose just initiated snot forming, so I kept stopping to blow.  My body seemed to be overheating on the climbs so I put my poor performance down to not feeling too well. We made good time to Lho, arriving at 11:42, so a trek of only 4 hours 25 minutes with a morning tea break. The early arrival gave us time to wash our clothes, have a hot shower (200 rupee) including a hair wash.  The afternoon was sunny but a cold breeze cut to the bone. The room was like a wind tunnel. 

Nev , Jo and Greg climbed up to a Buddhist monastery.  It was high on the hillside and I decided to stay back to rest. When we arrived there was a community meeting of locals underway.  There were many people sitting outside with a spectacular view over the valley and the mountains beyond.  Their discussions continued to around 5:30 by which time it was bitterly cold. There were lots of raised voices at one point, and everyone standing and yelling, and a bit of argy bargy. I can't believe how cold it is! I have fleece pants covering my legs and my body is layered with merino chamisole, tshirt and sweater, a down jacket and head topped with a hat. At least it has been sunny and warm while trekking. KK tells us there is bad news about the pass, because of recent snow.  Evidently Samarkand to Samdo is 2 feet deep with snow. Time will tell. Rained heavily in the night, woke 10:15 thinking it must be around 4am as disparate to go to toilet, had to go out in pelting rain. Fresh snow down quite low. Villages have little children greeting “Namaste chocolate”, “Namaste balloon” with palm outstretched we have nothing for them. Most have running noses and cheeks skin thick and red as in wind burn.

Nepal - Manaslu Circuit - Day 5 - Deng to Namrung (2900m) 5-6 hours

Louise George

Yesterday afternoon, at the time of ordering breakfast, we anticipated we would be hungry next morning, and had ordered a 'big breakfast' at a very reasonable 500 rupee.  Nev has woken feeling unwell with an unsettled stomach (nauseous and gassy).  I'm not feeling hungry and we each make a feeble attempt to eat the enormous amount of food on our plates: Tibetan bread, scrambled eggs and fried potato, served with black tea.  I hate being wasteful but we leave most of the meals untouched.

We leave at 7:30 a.m. as we know we've got a long day ahead including 800 m of climbing.  There was some pleasant, almost flat walking along a valley before lunch, but also some steep climbs and drops.  The mountains are becoming visible and the higher altitude is only achieved by climbing makeshift steps and lots of rock climbing. It took 4&1/4 hours to Prok, just beyond Ghap. 

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Nev has continued to feel unwell and doesn't order lunch.  My vegetable omelette is eaten outdoors, surrounded by stunning mountains and the river roaring below.

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Nev's only focus is 'to get there' and all day he has walked at a pace I've found difficult to keep up with. After lunch it took us only 2&1/2 hours to reach Namrung.  This was largely climbing 680m switch-backing and rock-climbing through beautiful forest.  Some trees have been felled and sawn into planks ready for carrying to building sites.  New buildings are evident in every village.  There are small numbers of houses smattered on the river side route we are traveling, but large groups of buildings are clustered high on the opposite hillside beyond the river.  Today KK pointed out the Himalayan Blue Sheep, a bit of misnomer as they are not sheep, nor are they blue.  The brown, goat-like looking animals, are well camouflaged in the landscape.

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On entering Namrung we walked passed a very new resort.  Here, just around the corner, there is only one room left.  The rooms here are external buildings but we have been allocated the only vacancy.  It is very close to the tea-house and it's been allocated to us so that Nev can go and lie down.  It’s a clean room and tea house.  Jo and Greg have been accommodated in another area, and will join us for dinner.  I headed to the shower room to freshen up.  The highest the temperature displayed was 14C on the gauge, so I braved it, until the temperature suddenly dropped to 11 degrees, at which point the tap was quickly turned to off!

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Nepal - Manaslu Circuit - Day 4 - Jagat to Deng (also known as Dhang or Dyang)

Louise George

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The initial plan was for separate days: Jagat to Philim (1700m) 3 hours, then Philim to Deng (2095m) 5 hours, however we have decided to double them.  Ahead of us we have possibly 8 hours of trekking, (fortunately only gaining 550 metres), as we combine the recommended distance for 2 days.  With the likelihood that we will receive afternoon rain it is better to leave earlier, so today signals the first of ongoing 7:30 a.m. departures.

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Crossing by a rickety wooden bridge, then leads us along the sandy riverbed beside the Bhalu Khola.  Later we are climbing the ups and downs of the cliff face.  Groups of locals have been walking towards us as they head south to work in fields, or on new houses being built in the area.  I am reminded how fortunate we are to be walking here for sheer pleasure, rather than because our livelihood depends on being fit and strong.

The morning becomes a blur of a constantly changing trail, that includes lots of punchy climbs up, and short sharp downs, that are often rock hopping; although these are interspersed with some neatly stepped sections.  There are long, steel swing bridges, and a couple of shorter wooden ones.  Walking becomes easy as the trail travels through a broad valley where crops of millet and corn are stretching in the spring warmth.  We expected the morning to take 4-5 hours so are delighted to arrive for lunch at Ekle Bhatti (another check-point) after 3.5 hours.

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We had all looked enviously at Greg's Vegetable Curry meal last night, so to speed up our lunch break we all ordered Vegetable Curry, only to be served a disappointing meal of rice and soupy mustard greens.  The porters were tucking into their usual Dahl Baht breakfast, and in comparison to our lunch, it looked delicious.  We laugh at our bad luck, as it's been typical that someone has ordered, a never before tried selection, from the menu at the evening meal that looks delicious, so we follow it up at lunch (another time, another village) and the lunch time version has always been inferior!

The local inhabitants are Gurung people, an ethnic group that migrated from Tibet in the 6th century.  Many locals come toward us carrying cane baskets of fire wood, split the best size to be ready for burning, most likely to fuel the kitchen stove.  The loads look heavy and I'm surprised to see how young some of the children are, with full baskets.  We are carrying a pathetically light load in comparison, and wear strong boots to protect our feet on the rough track.  Most of these people wear the light plastic sandals, that fit with a plastic strap across the top of the foot, but provide no support; we would consider 'beach worthy'.  Some people are barefoot!

The afternoon trek takes us through forests of bamboo and pine, with the occasional red rhododendrons adding splashes of colour.  We pass the trail to the Tsum Valley that goes off to the right.  As almost everyone hikes the Manaslu Circuit in the same direction as us; anti-clockwise (otherwise the approach to Larkya La is too steep and there is nowhere to acclimatise), from now on we shouldn't have trekkers coming towards us.

Light drizzle began at 1:30 but it didn't stay for long.  We are still following the local people carrying the plastic chairs, wooden boards and corrugated iron.

It's quite cool by the time we reach Deng.  Our daily ritual, on arriving at our accommodation is to freshen up.  This afternoon I decide not to brave a cold shower.  Thank goodness for 'wet-wipes'!  We then meet KK in the dining room at 5 p.m. to study the menu, order the evening meal, establish a time for dinner, (every night this is "as soon as it is ready") followed by ordering breakfast and agreeing on the next morning's breakfast and departure times.  Then we read the trekking notes for tomorrow, and chat until dinner is served.  As soon as our meal is finished, we take ourselves off for an early night.

As there is no ceiling, our room tonight, has a view from the bed, of the underside of the corrugated iron roof.  Paper thin wood-panel walls, only extend to the height of a ceiling; had there been one.  We have adequate privacy without sound-proofing, as we are almost deafened by the rain that was pelting down at the time of our arrival; and continues.  Later we’re exposed to our neighbour's unhealthy-sounding fits of coughing and throat clearing.  The only toilet is downstairs.  Reaching the toilet involves being exposed to the rain while descending the stairs, and then ducking under the verandah.  It's not a clean 'out-house' and I vow I will 'hold-on' until morning.

KK tells us that as it is raining heavily tonight, there will be no rain tomorrow.  If KK's forecast is accurate, that is good immediate news, however it will unfortunately mean that the rain we are receiving will be manifesting as snow up on the pass!

Nepal - Manaslu Circuit - Day 3 - Machha Khola to Jagat (1350m)

Louise George

Combining one and a half days again, we are expecting another long day of effort.  For breakfast I try the local Tsampa porridge; buckwheat roasted, then ground into flour, and cooked into porridge.  I like the nutty taste but find the texture too smooth for my liking.

We are on the trail by 8 o'clock.  It's a hot overcast morning.  There are many river crossings over steel swing bridges.  There are many donkeys that are given the right of way.  The donkeys preference is to walk on the outside of the trail and as there is insufficient room for manoeuvring, we are often forced to stop cliff side, to let the donkey trains pass.  

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We are each carrying a daypack that contains little more than wet weather gear, warm jacket, hat and gloves, camera, drinking water and snacks, so are in awe when we are passed by porters, including women, each with a very different load.  Either carrying a stack of red plastic chairs, ply board panels or rolls of corrugated iron.  The rolls of iron have a thin rope dangling from the top that is pulled to leverage the lengthy burden downward so that the bottom edge is not damaged as it lifts clear of the steps when climbing down.  We follow, or are overtaken a number of times over the next 3 days by this group, or a solo man carrying an enormous supply of eggs.  We have a regular reminder, that everything must be carried to cater for our needs, as well as to supplement those of the local population.  Items must all be carried over the same stone steps, for the same wearying distances.

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Clearly today is going to be another long lunch break; there are many tourists at the tea house and there are no spare seats available so we are shown into the proprietors home to wait.  The small room appears to be a dining room but it is lined with shelves of goods; noodles porridge oats etc. There is also an ancient telephone.  The four of us order the same item from the menu; potato rosti with cheese, thinking that we will get the meal quickly, but it didn't increase the speed of service.

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Our break of 1 & 1/2 hours ended with a rush for our raincoats as light rain fell, and looked like it had set in for the afternoon.  We rushed off, and belching garlic, tagged along behind KK, who was protected from the rain by a purple umbrella that seemed rather odd in this setting, but turned out to be far more practical in the light rain, as we were overheating in our Gortex.

Many photo stops and short breaks to admire the scenery, delay our arrival at Jagat to 4:30 p.m. so it's been a long day.  Tomorrow we will cross into the ‘restricted area’ so our details are logged at the check post in Jagat.  We are staying in upper Jagat, a larger village of which the main road is a congested narrow lane with houses on either side.  This basic tea-house has narrow stairs to the long sleeping area, separated into individual rooms by paper thin walls and a teaser of a Fluor coil light; not connected.  Outside, a separate concrete shed has a cold shower for free, or 200 rupee for hot.  For dinner, Nev orders Dahl Bhat and I choose vegetable eggs spring roll.  The Dahl Bhat is tasty, but simply rice with a potato cabbage curry.  Those who ordered dessert received a rather unappetising Apple Pie containing a thin layer of apple and the crust topped with transparent watery custard.

For me, the post-dinner, pre-bedtime teeth cleaning ritual is one of the most difficult daily tasks while trekking; as it must also be for locals.  It is not unusual to see people brushing vigorously in public.  Often there is no basin, so we find a quiet place outside and squirt water from our bottle to moisten the brush. The paste spittle then waters any straggly plants growing nearby.  We retire to our room to read by headlamp at 7:30.  Early nights become our routine for the duration of the trek and I found this didn't suit my body clock.  I am physically tired so find I'm dozing over my book after only a short time in bed.  I always wake after 7 hours of sleep so most mornings I am awake at 3 a.m. or thereabouts and filling in the time till rising, either reading or listening to Podcasts downloaded, before the trek, to my iPad.  This evening I revisit the Lonely Planet notes describing the past two days.  I'd read them many times while planning the trek but reading modest words such as 'steep rocky trail' and 'walk along rounded stones' or 'ups and downs' had given no clue that a great amount of energy was to be expended, nor that my main view would be of placing my feet safely, to avoid tripping or ankle rolling, rather than enjoying the scenery.

Nepal - Manaslu Circuit - Day 2 - Soti Khola to Machha Khola

Louise George

Today's walk starts with ease, as for two hours we follow the 4WD road.  The road ends abruptly at a river crossing that does not have a bridge suitable for vehicles.  Another hour or so walking through beautiful forests, is also relatively easy underfoot.  Eventually the track turns to trail with steep stepped climbs, bedded down by hooves of the thousands of donkeys and human feet that have travelled this route over past centuries.  There are a number of sharp climbs and descents, on steep rocky trails that are cut into the cliff in a haphazard fashion, clinging to the cliff on our left, and dropping unprotected to the river below.

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The lunch stop of an hour at Labubesi is longer than we expected to rest.  We are still feeling fresh and usually would just snatch an easy snack if hiking on our own, but as this is breakfast time for the porters we have no choice but to wait for a group that has come down from Tsum Valley to be fed first.  Our lunch of Potato Rosti topped with melted cheese, and a plate of vegetable Momos is well worth the wait.

The afternoon walk continues to be challenging as we negotiate the round stones of the riverbed before climbing and hugging the cliff face again.  

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Today we have combined one and a half days of the recommended distance.  Arriving at 3 p.m. in Machha Khola, at the Tsum Valley Lodge and Restaurant, we are 15 minutes short of the seven hours we expected to walk today.  We are taken to the 3rd floor of the well-presented tea house, of solid structure, where an open space is furnished with an outdoor table and chairs.  In one corner is a room housing a clean squat toilet and beside it, a separate shower room.  Even though only cold water, the shower is refreshing and an opportunity to wash clothes.  We have few changes so need to keep on top of the washing.  There is a tourist menu but we all choose to eat Dahl Bhat, the national dish eaten by locals twice daily at around 11 a.m. and again early evening.  We've eaten Dahl Bhat many times since arriving in Nepal, every serving is different, depending on the variety of spices, vegetables and pickles used.  A second serve is always offered so it is also great value.  Tonight's version is the usual nourishing rice, side dish of lentil broth, yet the very tasty vegetable curry, as well as a mixture of cabbage, carrot and pickles is the best yet.  The dessert of Apple Pie and Custard was chosen as it had been a favourite of Nev's on the trek we did on Annapurna Circuit 2 years ago.  Tonight's version lives up to his memory of the treat; thickly filled with apple & cinnamon, coated with silky custard.

KK explains that he and the porters will not eat until we have finished and left the table.  We indicate that we would be happy for them to share our table and meal time, but there is clearly a hierarchy here that will not be changed, just because we prefer to be inclusive.  We would like to relax and chat but now feel under pressure to depart to our rooms. The porters have worked harder than us and we don't want to delay their meal.

Nepal - Manaslu Circuit - Day 1

Louise George

Everyone's trekking experience will be different; subject to the season, weather, companions, personal health, fitness and whatever happens along the trail.  We have chosen to travel in Spring, as our travel research indicated that in April, Lakya Pass is usually clear of snow.  We believe Spring will also be a quieter trekking season than the more popular autumn.  Nev and I have previously trekked in April and found the mountain views clear in the morning but washed out by rain or haze in the afternoon.  We are hoping for similar, or better conditions.

I've read many Internet commentaries, about the Manaslu Circuit, and the extensive details published in 'Trekking in the Nepal Himalaya' by Lonely Planet. There is a lot of information detailing where to go and how to get there, with accommodation options along the way.  We understand Manaslu is now a circuit with tea houses catering to tourists, but we are not sure what to expect as, until recently camping was the only accommodation style.  We have chosen a tea-house trek, rather than a camping one, as we want to contribute to the local communities instead of bringing with us an entourage of porters to carry the many items considered necessary for camping; that would also include a cook and food from Kathmandu.  Our party of four is supported by three Nepalese, and as people who usually backpack independently (although we are happy not to be carrying 10kg each), this amount of support seems superfluous.

We are to be supported by one porter per couple, and led by the group guide (mandatory for the Manaslu permit).  Two couples who have already shared one short period of hiking in New Zealand.  We are in great health although the men suffer respectively from one sciatic back issue and one undiagnosed problematic knee.  Our level of fitness would be classified as high for our ages; both men have recently nudged 60, and the woman are not far off that milestone.  In 2012 Nev and I trekked for 22 days combining the Annapurna Circuit, Annapurna Sanctuary and Base Camp.  Greg and Jo are experienced, having hiked extensively in Australia, but have never travelled to Nepal, and have never been 'at altitude'.  For me I feel privileged to have the funds to travel, and to have a body that, so far, has always responded to the demands I request of it; allowing me to experience some amazing places and challenges.  We have planned to trek for 16 days, Kathmandu - Manaslu Circuit – then get driven to Pokara.  I am feeling prepared for this adventure; however who would have known that this was to be the snowiest spring for 40 years!

1st April 2015

Having experienced the chaos of passengers loaded sardine-like, along with piles of goods, on our previous trip two years ago, we have this time elected to travel to the trek starting point by 4WD.  We are expecting to have a 5 hour drive to Arughat Bazaar.

The drive is harrowing, particularly because, although our drive out of Kathmandu is on a two lane highway of many twists and turns; the rule appears to be that a horn honk gives the right to overtake just because you have indicated this will be so; regardless of whether vehicles are coming head on, or corners are blind!  The route is initially bumper to bumper with Tata lorries heading to, or on-coming as they return from India. These vehicles are larger and slower than ours, so we have numerous opportunities to draw in breath, as if it might make the squeeze of the overtaking manoeuvre more manageable.

 

Just after Gorkha we turn towards Arughat Bazar.  The road deteriorates significantly as it has begun climbing and winding even tighter corners, on a surface that has been washed of seal, with potholes so deep, the bounce generates a bone-shaking thrust up and down on the bench seat.  Not far from Arughat Bazar we are brought to a halt, as we face a steep rocky hill.  Even though this vehicle is 4WD the driver has remained driving in slow, controlled 2WD, that is remarkable considering the state of the road.  Our driver indicates he does not want to proceed.  Although he has the gearing, it is apparent the vehicle will 'bottom out'.  We are all feeling physically exhausted after hours of seated travel, and enthusiastic to start experiencing the peace of the outdoors, and to give our spines some reprieve. Thus the trek begins with an easy walk, following the swift flowing Budhi Gandaki river, for two hours to Soti Khola which means white water.

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Having taken the jeep as far as possible, on arriving at Soti Khola we have already completed the first two days planned for walking.

KK, our guide explains there are three separate accommodations available in this small village.  They all have the same price, with the same facilities and services.  We stop at the first, and are shown to a room that represents the standard from now on.  Single beds with a ten centimetre thick foam mattress covered in a thin cotton sheet, all nestled in a wooden frame, that is supported by strong wooden legs.  Lying on the bed, my body tells me my shoulder blades are bruised from jostling in the car, and my hips could do with a bit more padding!  The soft pillow offers a little comfort, however covered with my tee-shirt it is to me, a far more superior support for my head than the expensive inflatable Sea to Summit pillow that Nev insisted was a 'must have', purchase for this trip.

Over dinner we chat with a young British doctor who will be joining a French research team at the highest point in our trek, Lakya La (5105m).  Medex 2015 will be researching the effects of altitude on the body. The team has already done tests in a lab at sea level, and now intend repeating them at altitude.  It's comforting to know that at least if we run into difficulties crossing the pass, the pinnacle of this trek, there will be about forty doctors on hand.

Rain began to fall quite heavily as we ate, and continued into the night.

Typical Tea House room