It was a cold, snowy day in December when I decided to see the mountains of Annapurna and Machupuchare in Nepal… Nah, it was actually in the middle of October, and the weather was great! Not all stories worth writing about, need to be heroic. So, with no further lallygagging, here is my sweet tale of Nepal!
My cousin and I flew from DC on October 13th, 2017 and landed in Kathmandu on October 15th. Nepal is beautiful, and I’ve been itching to go back ever since I left. Although Kathmandu, the capital, was how I expected a big city in a third world country to be. Crowded and dirty. The real Nepalis beauty starts outside of city boundaries.
On October 16th, we flew to Pokhara to meet with our guide,
So we began our real adventure the next day on October 17th around 8 am. With a 40 lbs backpack and a nice smile, unaware of what was to come. Eh, nothing bad happened. It was all amazing!
That night we stayed in the village of New Bridge. Oh, did I mention there is wifi everywhere? Wifi is good, even deep in the mountains of Himalaya. Come at me, bro!
Next day, on October 18th, we woke up around 6 Am to continue down the path. This day proved to be one of the most challenging days of the trip with seemingly never-ending steps carved into the mountainsides. That night, exhausted from 7 hours of trekking, we camped in Dovan.
October 19th, we started making our way to Deaurali. You’ve gotta go slow in higher altitudes so that your body can adjust to low oxygen levels.
October 20th, we woke up to the intense beauty of Deurali. Boy, what a freaking view! The Annapurna Basecamp trek is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. We kept walking and walking. It’s harder to breathe, because of the lack of oxygen. After a few hours, we made it to the majestic mountain of Machapuchare (fishtail). This enormous, humbling, peaceful mountain quickly became my most favorite place on the trek. We could see Annapurna from there standing only a short walk away.
October 21st, when it was very dark outside, we woke up. It must have been around 4 AM. I looked up, and I distinctly remember the humbling feeling of my small being against the night stars and the surrounding dark mountains. We walked for about 40 minutes, and we were finally there. Annapurna was looking us in the face.
Brave souls who dared to scale Annapurna, the most dangerous mountain in the world. RIP.
We finally made it! Finally, it was time to turn around and go back down. Before we could end the trip, there was one more place to visit: Poonhill. The sunrise is a view to behold, so you must ascend in the dark. We made it there on October 24th at 5:30 AM.
Today was the last day of our trek. That afternoon we started descending pretty quickly without stopping other than for food and a brief rest. Before we knew it, we were back at Pokhara. Time to rest, eat and lay around for a little then head back to Kathmandu.
Below is a quick video of the path we took to get to Annapurna – October 2017