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Day 5 – Saturday 13^th October

Tharepati o Malemchigaon (2530m)

Frost around the other two lodges at Tharepati

 

 

On top of the ridge we got the first rays of the sun

Frost on top of the kitchen roof



 

Today was a beautiful walk down, down, down 1,000m through pristine pine then rhododendron forests. Although steep in places the path was a good one – rarely slippery and with few gravelly bits. As we descended lower we started to cross streams again. One was crossed via a suspension bridge. It had wooden boards with gaping cracks between them. Unfortunately I could see how far it was to the stream below and the bridge was getting a good sway up. There goes my stomach again! I know – I’m a wus.

 

We are heading down there and more!

 

Going down,

down,

down!

Ari, always waiting for us to catch up.

Yes the yak does look as though he is tethered. So glad we did not put it to the test. He had released himself and perhaps half an hour earlier vented his temper at another trekking group.



A herder and his yows (yak/cow cross)

 



Although we had trekked down 1,000m we were still very high in the hills when we stopped for the day. The last two nights have not been at villages but at lodge spots for trekkers. Malemchigaon, in contrast, is a beautiful local village perched high on a hillside (mountainside if we were in Australia – it’s all relative. Malemchigaon is just 500m below the summit of our highest mountain). 

The village is predominantly Buddhist with a monastery in its heart. We wandered through the village this afternoon, watched the boys playing cricket and observed late afternoon village life. And the highlight of the walk – seeing a young deer in a meadow not far below the forest line. A cow was not amused that she had a freeloader eating her grass and tried to butt the young deer.

Malemchigaon school

The Monastery

Rock for building blocks never seems too hard to source!

Dig a bit, carve it into blocks and stack it.

Then carry it to where it is needed.

Also having an afternoon walk

There are three young boys in the family we are staying with, aged maybe 5 to 9. It has been lovely to watch them play in the yard during the afternoon, making their own fun without any technology or expensive toys. They are cheeky young lads, full of laughter and high in energy. Our meal tonight is in the kitchen with the family. The kitchen was spotless and well layed out. The stove was a low wood stove in the middle of the floor. All cooking was done sitting or crouching on the floor. No good for us westerners as we no longer have the flexibility to achieve such a task.

 Day 6 – Sunday 14^th October

Malemchigaon to Tarke Gyang (2,600m)

 

A last look back at last night's lodge



The morning view down the valley from the monastery

As the crow flies it was perhaps only 2 kilometres across from our hill to where we were headed across the steep valley to the next hill. Although we could not see Tarke Gyang from Malemchigoan (it was just over the summit of the next hill) we could see the village 2 hours below it, where we had lunch. To reach our destination we had to descend to the river at the bottom, about 4 klms down, down, down, cross the suspension bridge, negotiate a landslide, then , climb at least the same distance up the other side and over the crest to our final stop for the day.
 

Another suspension bridge and the horror landslide as we stepped off it. The track went off to the left straight up the crumbling side and across the top!



Neil took the mid bridge shots.

 There is no way in the world that I could!



 

  Looking down  from top of landslide.

Another Neil shot! At this point I was a nervous wreck. 

Can you see the kangaroo too!

An easy one - even I could look down!

Today was hard going for someone like myself as there was a lot of downhill loose gravel and dirt to tend with at a fairly steep gradient. Not straight down but sometimes not far from it! The icing on the cake was negotiating the landslide. The path (a loose term for what we were walking on) had narrow crumbly edges that we were climbing almost vertically, the drop was straight down.

When we stopped for lunch my nerves were shattered. Thankfully the rest of the way was uphill, 1½ hours to Tarke Gyang monastery and another ½ hour to the village and our lodge, Hotel Tarke Ghyang, Tourist Paradise.

The flat ground just below the cloud line in middle of photo is where we have walked from today.



Are we there yet? Almost

Our lodge is on the far side of the village and we scored the last room at the inn – just. If we had been 2 minutes slower we would have been walking back uphill. This afternoon my muscles are tired – legs and arms both – the outcome of the stress of keeping myself on my feet and not at the bottom of a drop.