A teahouse trek to catch the sunrise
The arduous climb to witness the glorious moment when the first rays of the sun drip molten gold on the crest of the Annapurna.
THE mountains seemed to have been lit up with a string of festive fairy lights, all bobbing up and down and snaking their way up the steep slopes in the inky darkness of a moonless night. The effect was magical, as though we were witnessing a grand theatrical performance, one where the theatre itself was the drama. Of course, this was the mighty Annapurna range, nature’s own theatre, but the light effects came from human intervention, not fireflies as I had originally thought. These lights were from trekkers’ headlamps as they stumbled their way up the mountainside to reach Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) in time to catch the first rays of the rising sun. It was the most defining moment of our 24-day trek to ABC and Lo Manthang in October last year, one that lingered in our
memory for months afterwards. Most trekkers to ABC elect to stay at Machhapuchhre Base Camp (MBC) because facilities at the former are limited, and set out at 3 a.m. to wend their way up to ABC before sunrise, stumbling past rocks and through scree and keeping as far away as possible from the river roaring menacingly on one side of the trail.
For us three women from India, the previous seven days’ trek from Pokhara up to this point seemed a breeze compared with this stretch, which took every ounce of our energy and resolve to traverse. At 12,135 feet (3,699 metres), the air is rarefied, the trail rocky and treacherous and, in this darkness, we felt like bats sans echolocation. What kept us going was the glorious sight of the winding, moving glowing lights, reassuring us that there were kindred souls out there eager to have a glimpse of the first brush of golden sunshine on the snowy peaks.
The Annapurna range is a chain of mountains 55 kilometres long and comprising a galaxy of snowy eminences: Annapurna 1 to 4, Gangapurna, Himchuli, and so
on. Machhapuchhre, perhaps the only male in this female pantheon, is made up of millions of tonnes of impressive granite armour; he is their sentinel, keeping a watchful eye over them from a ridge across. In fact, Machhapuchhre seems to stalk every trekker huffing her way up to ABC. He seems to accompany you from Pokhara itself, tracking your every move, towering above you at every turn and twist, following you through every crest and scree. Occasionally, when he disappears from view, you wonder if you have lost your way, but then the moment you come round the bend, he will be there, in all his stunning starkness with his pointy fishtail peak, which gives him his name.
For the three of us—parvathi from Bengaluru, Suhasini from San Diego and this writer from Delhi—the trip had commenced long before we reached Nepal from our respective homes. The ABC trail is truly treacherous, far more challenging than the arduous trek to Everest Base
Camp (EBC), which I had attempted in 2016. We had to prepare months in advance, sweating it out in the gym and equipping ourselves with accessories to aid us along the way. Yet, there were surprises galore and obstacles aplenty.
The first was the bus ride from Kathmandu to Pokhara, much of it with the Trishuli river on one side and the verdant slopes of the mighty Himalaya on the other. It would have been a truly memorable journey but for the impossible traffic snarls that caused us to take 12 hours to cover a distance of just 200 km on the Prithvi Highway. The road was narrow in most parts; there were several single-lane bridges to cross, a long line of vehicles piled up on both sides. The non-existent roads in many stretches ensured that we were tossed like pebbles in a rattle, every bone in the body creaking and complaining.
If you survive the road journey to Pokhara, you will be swept by the sheer beauty of Pokhara town, nestling on
the shores of an alpine lake. Machhapuchhre towers over the lake, which is studded with sailboats. When you glance up, you can see hundreds of paragliders floating gracefully against the backdrop of snowy peaks. And you can feast on some of the most delectable desserts this town’s fancy eateries come up with.
PORTERS
After a day in Pokhara to stock up on trekking accessories, we began our climb from Nayapul, some 80 km away. Padam, Krishna and Rahul lugged our backpacks while the suave Dinesh was our guide, alternating between cracking the whip and cajoling us to keep moving. Porters are the lifeline of trekking tourism in Nepal. They carry packs twice as big as themselves, balancing precariously on the steep boulders, sometimes wearing only rubber sandals. We saw porters struggling up the slopes with water tanks and washing machines on their backs, presumably to cater to the needs of trekkers. The cosmopolitan composition of trekkers has given rise to demands for international cuisine and modern comforts, which teahouses do offer. After 24 days of trekking in Nepal, we concluded that trek tourism was extracting a huge price, paid mostly by those hapless porters and the environment.
Nayapul is a bustling village where you can stock up on bananas and sundry eats to see you through your first day. You need to produce your Annapurna Conservation Area permit and Trekkers’ Information Management card before you can commence your trek. Much to our delight, the initial climb was gentle. The slopes were studded with fecund farmlands ripe with paddy and vegetables. But then, after ambling for about two hours, we realised that most of the trekkers, including the experienced-looking ones, were whizzing past us in jeeps and SUVS. After some investigation we realised that most trekkers usually began their climb from Siwai, riding in a jeep from Nayapul to the trekking point. We managed to flag down a jeep and piled into it. Our porters climbed in, too, and the luggage was dumped on the roof of the jeep and left unsecured. After all, it was just a short ride, maybe half an hour to Siwai where the rutted mud road would end. We should have known better. Two of our bags had tumbled down somewhere along the way, and it was only when we reached Siwai that we realised the bags were missing. But this is Nepal; nothing gets lost here. Half an hour later, the bags arrived with minimal damage, and we were on our way again. Having lost so much time along the way, we had to terminate our first day’s trek in New Bridge village, a good three hours away from our planned halt at Jinu Danda.
The second day’s trek took us up to Chumrung, perhaps the most picturesque village on the entire trail. The rough-hewn stone steps leading to the village seemed never-ending, though. After counting some 2,000, I lost
interest. There were just too many of them and more kept coming. Initially, we craned our necks to see how high we needed to climb, braced ourselves for the haul, and ascended with determination, smug in the belief that we would soon reach the crest, only to find at the top another stretch of steep ascent and yet another. This went on and on, or at least so it seemed. Our calves and thighs protested, but this was only day two. We had six more to go before we reached our destination. To make matters worse, it was also quite warm, this being the foothills. There was nary a tree or shrub to shield us from the relentless sun.
CHUMRUNG
But Chumrung amply compensated us for the effort. It is a quintessential alpine village where farm produce was left to dry in front of homes, children skipped in yards, women winnowed paddy and men worked in terraced fields. The village wore a festive look with freshly harvested corncobs hung out to dry in neat lines on the terraces. When we went up to the roof of our teahouse, it seemed as though we had arrived at the base of Annapurna herself. All the snowy deities lined up to cheer us. They seemed close enough to be touched. Thick rhododendron forests carpeted the mountainsides. Yonder, way below, a river wound its way around the mountains, like a sluggish serpent.
Most treks in Nepal are called teahouse treks because villages en route offer trekkers board and lodging. What might once have been a wayside tea stall is now a full lodging facility with many rooms, built as extensions of homes. These teahouses provide trekkers with all their meals. To cater to the international clientele that passes through these trails, the teahouse menus accommodate different palates: breakfast would often include pancakes and porridge, and lunch and dinner, pizzas, pastas and Chinese fare apart from the local staple, Nepali dal bath, akin to the Indian thali meals. In fact, to a weary trekker, a teahouse spells comfort and security, food, Wi-fi, toilets and hot tea.