Remote Ratanakiri
Banlung is situated in Ratanakiri Province in the remote north east corner of Cambodia. It feels very far from anywhere and in many ways it is: three-quarters of the population are illiterate and it is the one of the poorest regions of Cambodia. Nonetheless, it is an incredibly interesting region to visit as life for much of the population remains almost the same today as it has for hundred of years.
To get there, we caught the tourist bus from the 4000 Islands in southern Laos across the Cambodian border (after paying the minor bribe) to the town of Stung Treng, where we waited a few hours for the connecting "tourist" bus to Banlung. When the bus arrived it was definitely of the local –– not the tourist –– variety. It was packed! People were sitting in the aisle, atop heavy bags of supplies like rice. Others were standing in the stairway in the front.
Travelling up the Tonle San, CambodiaDon Det and the 4000 Islands, Laos
Sunset over the 4000 IslandsThe 4000 Islands or Si Phan Don are a collection of islands in the Mekong River, in the far south of Laos. They're a wonderfully chilled out place to and relax but they're no destination for thrill-seekers.
The boat trip from the mainland into the 4000 Islands was the most eventful thing that happened during our stay. We had an inexperienced boatman; he took a different route to the other boats and we spend much of the journey floating downstream sideways. Some of the local passengers shouted angrily at him, probably regarding his incompetent skippering. After a few rather grinding grates along the bottom, the boat lurched wildly from side to side before getting firmly stuck on a rock. Bear in mind that there were quite a few of us on board including a family with young children and we had all of our belongings (including laptops and cameras) with us - not great if we had capsized! As it turned out the river was not particularly deep at this point, although the water was fast flowing, so all the boys got out of the boat into the waist-deep water and lifted it off the rocks for us to continue our journey unscathed.
On the journey, we started to get an idea of why this place might be called 4000 islands - there are tiny (and I mean tiny!) little islands everywhere - most only big enough for one tree or a some reeds to grow on! In the dry season, there are literally thousands, but I can imagine that all but the biggest submerge in rainy season at the waters of the Mekong rise.
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Sunset over the 4000 IslandsPakse and the Bolaven Plateu
Tat Suong waterfall, near Tat Lo, LaosOur bus to Pakse arrived after midnight. We’d taken the non-airconditioned, non-tourist bus and it was a long, bone-rattling journey, involving frequent stops - sometimes 50 metres apart! The Pakse bus station is miles out of town - so far out of town that it's three times further from the city centre than the local airport - a scam that could only have been dreamt up by local tuktuk drivers, who’ll gladly take you into town for a fee.
By the time we had arrived, the last remaining tuktuk driver at the bus station took full advantage of the scarcity of rides into town and overloaded and overcharged enormously to the point where some luggage (not ours) fell off the tuktuk on the way into town and was damaged on the road.
We stayed at the Pakse Hotel where, as we’d seen a few times on our trip so far, our room did not have any outside-facing windows, but lucky we were moved to a much nicer room for our second night. We found Pakse to be more interesting than Savannakhet with more happening and a real centre.
We hired a brand new Honda XR250 from the Lankham Hotel. Be warned that we've heard some stories of unscrupulous motorbike hire companies in Pakse who'll do all sorts of nasty things to get some extra cash off of you (including stealing the bike from you while you're responsible for it). From everything we've heard, the staff at Lankham Hotel are honest and trustworthy. Unfortunately the bike didn’t have the touring alterations our previous bike from Jules Classic Hire but it was in great condition. As our Laos visa was fast running out, we only had one day and we wanted to see the Bolevan Plateau as we’d been advised to visit by other travellers
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Se Don river, PakseVientiane, capital of Laos
Vientiane must be one of the most laid back capital cities in the world — like the rest of Laos everything seems to happen slowly there. We spent four nights in Vientiane where we treated ourselves to a fabulous guesthouse called Hotel Khamvongsa. The fast internet connection allowed us to spend some time catching up with the rest of the world and planning the next steps of our trip.
Vientiane does not have a huge number of sights to see, but it does have some great restaurants and the laid back atmosphere makes it a good place to chill out for a few days. One of the highlights for us was a visit to COPE which is an excellent and very moving exhibition on unexploded ordinances (UXOs) - definitely worth a visit if you are passing through. There are two rather strange sights to see around Vientiane. The first is the oriental Arc de Triomphe known as Patuxay (Victory Gate) which was built using cement donated by the Americans to be used to build a new airport. Not quite as impressive as the original, it is still worth a walk up to see the city views. The second is Buddha Park (aka Xieng Khuan) which is about 25km outside of Vientiane. The park was built in 1958 by a priest/shaman who wanted to integrate Hindu and Buddhism and contains of a collection of rather bizarre concrete Hindu and Buddhist statues.
We hired bicycles to get around, which was very easy as it is pretty flat and the traffic is minimal and slow. On these, we could venture a bit further a field to Pha That Luang, a massive golden Buddhist stupa of great importance to the Laos people, which was unfortunately closed, but from what we could see was quite spectacular.
One of the highlights of Vientiane was definitely the food — we had a lot of excellent international food (French and Italian), but also some great Lao food at the stalls along the Mekong. Great for visiting at sunset, these stalls sell a huge variety of food and walking along them you can see all sorts waiting to be eaten - live frogs and fish in buckets and all manner of vegetables.
VW Beetle, Vientiane, Laos
Tuk-tuk, Vientiane, Laos
Market Vendors, Vientiane, Laos
Vientiane Night Market, Vientiane, Laos
Lao-style Deep Fried Fish
Beerlao
Street Food, Vientiane, Laos
Buddha Statues at Wat Si Saket, Vientiane, Laos
Buddha Statue at Wat Si Saket, Vientiane, Laos
Damaged Buddha Statues at Wat Si Saket, Vientiane, Laos
Wat Si Saket, Vientiane, Laos
Tourist Monks
Buddhist Monks with camera phones, Vientiane, Laos
Patuxay, Vientiane, Laos
Pha That Luang, Vientiane, LaosWant to see more photos or want to see bigger versions of them? Visit our Vientiane Photoset on Flickr, or view a Slideshow.
Vang Vieng
Last Tubers of the Day, Vang ViengWe arrived in Vang Vieng after a rather hairy seven hour minibus taxi ride from Luang Prabang. The trip was advertised as four hours, but our busted up transport was definitely past it’s sell by date. It was old, cramped and very slow.
If the bus was old and tired, the driver was even more so. Never before has there been such a perfect match. If it hadn’t been for Anne, who was sitting up front talking to him in Northern Thai, he would certainly have fallen asleep. As it was, his eyes would shut for moments until Anne politely prompted him with a question or comment and he would wake up. At least it wasn’t possible to go fast in the old banger, which allowed us to enjoy the spectacular views from the numerous mountain passes.
Set on the Nam Song River amongst a series of grand karst limestone peaks which dominate the landscape, Vang Vieng is a dusty collection of concrete guest-houses, woven bamboo bungalows, bars, restaurants and backpacker amenities: internet cafes, travel agents and the like. Bamboo bridges, which are rebuilt seasonally after the rains, crisscross the river.
We found some nice accommodation at the Other Side Bungalows, across a rickety bamboo bridge from the main drag.
In the evening, the whole town feels like a festival. The muddy streets are lined with dozens of bars, each trying to outdo its neighbours with the number of blinking lights on display and the volume of the music blasting out – no matter how few customers they have. At our bungalow, the lights would flicker, seemingly in time to the distant beats rolling across the river from the louder bars. Its as if the towns electricity supply (available most of the time) has been overloaded by the bar sound systems, causing the synchronicity between our pulsing lights and the music.
Occasionally you’ll bump into stumbling, laughing, crazy-eyed gap-year students falling around the streets: they’ve had a bit too much from the “happy” menu available at the bars.
Set further back from the river you’ll find lots of restaurants with TVs prominently displayed, most playing the US TV series Friends day and night. A few play Family Guy. Its bizarre in the extreme: in Laos, in this incredibly beautiful setting, people are spending their time watching crap American TV.
Tubing in the Vang Vieng
Vang Vieng’s main attraction is the tubing. This involves hiring a large tractor tyre inner-tube and traveling by tuk-tuk to a point several kilometres upstream of Vang Vieng on the Nam Song from where you can float back to the town.
If you think it sounds like a serene, relaxing way to spend an afternoon you couldn’t be more wrong. The river is lined with dozens of bars, each with a pumping sound-system, a zip-line, swing or water-slide for the amusement of drunken patrons and possibly also a dance floor full of people cutting rug in their costumes. Most of the bars also offer free shots of Lao-lao, a brutally strong moonshine and also have the ubiquitous happy menu.
Within minutes of floating out onto the river, Richie had nearly had a drunk Japanese guy fall out of the sky on him – he fell from a swing and landed inches from where Richie had serenely been floating along. Some of the swings actually cross paths, so if you or the other swinger (er? I’m guessing that’s not the best name for someone using a swing?) are not paying attention, you could easily have a nasty mid-air collision.
In fact, the whole place is a bit like a scene from one of those silly Health & Safety training videos. You can almost imagine the scene on video with a voiceover in 1950’s BBC-english saying something like: “As you can see, several major health & safety violations are occurring. Can you spot them?”
Very soon you’ve had too much to drink for someone who’s supposed to be swimming 4km down a river (even if you have got a floatation aid).
As the afternoon rolled on, we began to realise that we hadn’t made very much progress back to town. There is a late-fee if you return the tube later than 6pm and in four of so hours we had only made it about one-third of the way. In the ensuing rush, I managed to loose a pair of Oakleys. Kate also managed to loose my shirt. We only made it back into Vang Vieng with minutes to spare and with the sun long gone. Top tip: if you’re planning on going tubing, make sure you keep track of the time!
Other than the wonderful disregard for any health & safety, there is nothing about this town that has any of the laid-back character of Laos. The town has sold its soul for a quick buck, which is such a pity because it could be so much more than it is, although if I was 12 years younger and closer to the average age of the visitors here, I would probably absolutely love it.
The Nam Song River, Vang Vieng
Riding a scooter across bamboo bridge, Vang Vieng
Vang Vieng by Night
Getting my ducks in a row, Vang Vieng
Eating a Sandwich with Chopsticks
Harvesting Clovers, Vang Vieng
Happy Menu, Vang Vieng
Anne & Richie, Vang ViengLuang Prabang
We arrived in the former capital of Laos on the day before New Year’s Eve. The town was absolutely packed for upcoming festivities and it was apparent that the few remaining guesthouses that still had any rooms available had hiked their prices substantially for the influx of people. Luckily we managed to find a reasonable guesthouse close to the centre of town, but many people who arrived the next day really struggled to find accommodation.
Luang Prabang is jam-packed with boutique hotels, cozy cafes and gourmet restaurants. Its like a town straight out of a Mr & Mrs Smith catalog (oddly enough, they don’t actually have a guide from Luang Prabang).
New Years Eve was spent at Hive, a local bar/club, and most of New Year’s Day was spent nursing a horrible hangover; a result of Lao-lao, the local moonshine, and too much Beerlao, although I think the Lao-lao was more to blame. Lao-lao, by the way, is one of the most horrible spirits known to man. In my hazy recollection, it tastes pretty much the same as surgical spirits.
One morning, I got up early and gave alms to the monks. Every morning at day-break, hundreds of monks and novices stream out of the many wats and receive alms from the residents (and tourists) of Luang Prabang. I hadn’t planned to participate in the ceremony, only to watch, but a crafty local entrepreneur quickly seized upon me, jammed a basket of sticky rice in my hands and commanded me to kneel down and wait for the monks to pass. Of course, she demanded payment for the rice. It was exorbitant, but surely it would be wrong to haggle over the price of alms for Buddhist monks? Before the rational part of my brain could respond the sucker part of my brain had handed over the cash.
We also visited the amazing Tat Kuang Si waterfalls, about 30 km outside of town. The water the most incredible turquoise colour, caused by the large amounts of calcium in the water. This calcium deposits itself on everything along the river, and the edge of the waterfall is constantly being built outwards by it, creating wonderfully overhung pools above each waterfall.
On the same trip to the waterfalls, we also visited Pak Ou caves, but were less impressed by the caves than by the waterfall: they were definitely more of a tourist trap and a bit overpriced for what they were.
All-in-all, we absolutely loved Luang Prabang. No doubt, it’s expensive by Lao standards and very touristy, but its UNESCO World Heritage status has protected it from much of the crumbiness that tourism attracts, and the town manages to retain it’s wonderfully laid-back-yet-sophisticated charm.
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Down the Mekong by Slowboat
Slowboats, Pakbeng, Laos
After one last night in Chiang Mai, we headed to Laos with Richie and Anne. We booked a package transfer which would take us all the way to Luang Prabang over three days. We set off on the first leg at midday in a comfortable minivan — luckily we were picked up first, so had a pick of the best seats. The drive was pretty long (around 6-7 hours) and took us to the border town of Chiang Khong where we spent the night at a basic, but clean guest house. We were given supper and breakfast there as part of the package as well as a packed lunch for the next day, and they also took our passports and got them stamped at the Thai border for us and started the process on the Laos side.
The next morning we started the second part of our journey — a two day slow boat down the Mekong, ending in Luang Prabang. We headed of at around 9am to cross the border into Laos – transport across the river was a powered canoe as there is no bridge. The town on the Laos side is called Huang Xai. The visa process was pretty disorganised as Laos immigration had all our passports and would randomly hold them up one at a time for people to come forward to pay. It took quite a long time for the everyone to get through and Richie was the last out.
This is where the organisation that we’d seen so far as part of the packaged transfer ended. Once leaving the border post on the Laos side, there seemed to be random ‘guides’ waiting to collect a group big enough to take in a tuk-tuk – in no way related to the transfer company. Once it was full, we were driven to another port on the river where scare tactics were used to entice us into pre-booking a hotel at the overnight stop (Pakbeng) with stories of full hotels, dirty rooms and cold showers. It turned out that this was actually the best thing to do as we ended up in a decent place which was reasonably priced.
Once the selling was done, we were taken to our slow boat. If you haven’t seen one before, these are long, thin rectangular wooden boats that are packed with uncomfortable wooden benches. Our boat, as it turned out, was already pretty full and as we were getting on rowdy people started chanting “Full! Full! Full!” – it wasn’t the warmest welcome! We struggled to find two benches together, but some kind people moved around for us and so we could all sit together. Luckily we ended up towards the back as it turned out that the rowdy people at the front were ready to party the whole way. By the time we departed (at around noon) they had already finished at least one bottle of whiskey between about four of them and were tucking into the second one, and getting louder in the process. Fine in certain circumstances, but definitely not the people that you want to be seating next to for six uncomfortable hours. I was also really glad that we’d spent the THB40 on cushions as the wooden benches would have felt very hard by the end of the trip without them!
Despite the party happening at the front of the boat, as soon as the we set off, time slowed down. It was incredible peaceful sitting on the boat looking at the beautiful scenery go by and getting a glimpse of the villages as we passed them by. Reading a bit, chatting a bit and just watching the world go by — definitely a great way to relax and get into Lao time. The scenery was mostly green rolling hills with little villages dotted here and there, and canoes and boats docked on the shores. Every now and then we pass a slowboat heading up the river — almost completely empty with its passengers enjoying loads of spaces and waving at us gleefully when they saw our packed boat – if we did it again, we’d definitely do it in reverse!
The first day took just over 6 hours and we arrived in Pakbeng just after sunset. Getting off the boat was a bit of a trauma as there did not seem to be any organisation for how to get your bags off — they were randomly passed off the boat, often picked up by one of the children from the village who would start walking off with them. I don’t think that they meant any harm, as they were just trying to earn some money by carrying the bags, not steal them, but it is pretty concerning when it’s getting dark and people are walking off with bags that may be yours! Eventually we got our bags and headed into Pakbeng. While it once must have been like all the other villages that we passed, this town now revolves completely around the boat loads of tourists that stop off on their Mekong trip. It had a good selection of restaurants and numerous hotels/guesthouses available. Our place was at the top of the hill and was clean and comfortable, although the hot water did not work at all.
The following morning we were told to be at the peer by 9am. Again, it seemed very disorganised as no one was quite sure which boat was going, but we eventually made it on to one and set off for Luang Prabang. The second day passed much as the first, although the party people from the day before were somewhat subdued and looked very tired! We arrived in Luang Prabang at just after sunset (as Richie said — it doesn’t matter what time you depart, you end up arriving just after sunset) where we planned to spend New Year’s Eve.
Slowboat on the Mekong
On the Mekong
Slowboats, Pakbeng, Laos
Slowboats on the Mekong, Laos
Slowboat Family, Pakbeng, Laos
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Relax Bay, Koh Lanta
Photoset on Flickr / Slideshow
After Nepal and India, we decided to take a bit of a break from travelling and do a bit of chilling! Koh Lanta is an island south of Phuket on the Andaman coast of Thailand and it’s where I proposed to Kate two years ago when we were last in Thailand. It’s a perfect place to just chill out on a beautiful tropical beach, work on your tan and read a good book, and that’s exactly what we did for about 10 days, except for a spot of snorkelling at Koh Rok and scuba diving at Koh Bida.
Laterns at the Restuarant at Relax Bay
Suppertime!
Playing the fool at the bar at Relax Bay
Koh Rok, a beautiful island south of Koh Lanta where I proposed to Kate
Chilling on a speed-boat
Fire jugglers practicing at sunset on Koh Lanta
Sawadee Krup!
It doesn’t look very dark or stormy in this shot, but actually there was a fairly large thunderstorm underway off the coast. Unfortunately I didn’t manage to capture any of the lighting bolts, but this long exposure just about captured some of the sheet lightning lighting up the sky.
The glowing lights behind the horizon are fishing boats which use large lights to attract fish at night.
The Monsoon Palace
The Monsoon Palace is a beautiful structure that sits high above the city of Udaipur in Rajastan, India. It was used as a set in James Bond movie Octopussy in 1983. Unfortunately, while the palace is pretty from far, in reality, it’s far from pretty. Years of neglect show, and while repairs are now finally underway, the palace still offers little to the visitor other than stunning views across Udaipur.
Udaipur
Udaipur was definitely the highlight of our trip to India. It was the smallest city we visited in the country, but definitely our favourite.
We spend three nights in Udaipur. We arrived on the overnight sleeper train from Jaipur at six in the morning and checked into our Hotel, the Mewar Haveli. Almost immediately I noticed a big difference from the other Indian cities we had visited to date: people were much friendly, helpful and not necessarily trying to sell you something.
Udaipur Photoset on Flickr / Slideshow
Udaipur is set on the Pichola Lake. Two palaces, Jagniwas Palace and the Lake Palace are built on islands on the lake. Surrounding the lake, numerous other palaces have been built, and in the distance, the Monsoon Palace is perched above the city. Octopussy, the Bond movie, was mainly set in this city, and if you need proof, numerous bars around town show the movie every night at 7pm sharp.
The Lake Palace Hotel resembles a giant wedding cake and it’s used as the ultimate wedding venue for the very rich. Several nights during our stay there were weddings at the venue with amazing fireworks displays to add to the amazing scenery.
We managed to see the surrounding countryside by hiring an old Royal Enfield motorcycle (more about that in a future post), and visited the Monsoon Palace and Ubeshwarji, a Shiva shrine, in the hills high above the city. The Monsoon Palace is definitely pretty from far, but far from pretty – it’s derelict, but the views are excellent, and riding out into the countryside and up the pass to visit Ubeshwarji was definitely a highlight of the trip.
We also explored some hills and villages surrounding the city on horse, which made a great day out and I would highly recommend it – we went with Krishna Ranch and it cost us INR950 for a 4 hour trip, with lunch included.
Jaipur
We spent two days in Jaipur and stayed at the Pearl Palace Hotel. This is definitely one of the best budget hotels I’ve ever stayed in. If you’re ever in Jaipur, I would highly recommend staying at the Pearl Palace.
Delhi and Agra
Although we’re travelling for almost a year, we somehow managed to end up in the position where we could only spend 10 days in the vast, varied country of India. We could have easily spent 6 months exploring the country!
The brevity of our visit meant that we could only spend one day in Delhi and one day in Agra.
Delhi
In Delhi we hired a driver and taxi for the day (for INR1000) so that we could see as much of the city in a short a time as possible. With our driver, we visited Humayun's tomb, the Lotus Temple (below), Dilli Haart for lunch, Rajpath and the president’s house and ended up in one of the swanky bars in Connaught Place for drinks and then dinner afterwards.
Agra
We caught the train from Delhi to Agra. It was much better than I had expected. We were told by many of travellers to expect the worst, but in reality the station was fairly orderly, the train clean and even on time.
We arrived in Agra and met an Indian work colleague from the UK for a great lunch in a revolving restaurant above Agra. Afterwards we headed off for the Red Fort. After fighting our way through the masses of touts that stand outside every attraction in Agra (and most other places too) we were completely amazed by this incredible building. I’ve not seen anything like it anywhere in the world! Our only regret was that we didn’t have a guide, so we may have missed some interesting bits.
That night we tried to find a good restaurant or bar, but found little other than the ones in hotels. Agra seems to have very little to offer away from it’s incredible architectural wonders.
Next morning we visited the Taj Mahal. I got up early (6am) to avoid the crowds and get the best sunrise photos. Kate arrived later, but was unable to gain entry as she didn’t have any cash and none of the ATMs in town were working. Eventually she managed to pursued one of guards to let me out to give her cash, then readmit me.
The Taj is easily the most incredible piece of architecture I’ve ever seen. The symmetry and precision and attention to detail have to be seen to be believed. What makes it all the more amazing is the fact that everything was done by hand before the invention of laser cutters, GPS and all the other tools which would be essential in building such a building today.
The Rest of Nepal
Aside from the Annapurna Base Camp trek, we also spent a few days in Kathmandu and Pokhara.
Unfortunately most of the time we had set aside was taken up trying to get my luggage sent to Kathmandu, after Virgin Atlantic failed to load it onto my flight, then repeatedly failed to send it when they said they would.
Kathmandu
Kathmandu is a bustling city. We stayed at the Ganesh Himal Hotel, just outside of the Thamel tourist district.
Fewa Tal
Fewa Tal is a beautiful lake along which the town of Pokhara has grown up. This shot was taken in the morning, after we had visited the World Peace Pagoda for sunrise, high up on the hill above the town.
Annapurna Base Camp Trek
These photographs were all taken on the 9-day Annapurna Base Camp (aka Annapurna Sanctuary) trek that Kate and I did in Nepal.
Although the trek was advertised as an 11-day trek, we easily did it in 9 days. Our route was as follows:
Day 1: Nayapool (1060m) to Tikhe Dhunga (1577m)
Easy starting day: we walked from the trailhead at Nayapool to Tikhe Dhunga, about 6 hours walk. Tikhe Dhunga has some nice waterfalls and you can walk down to the river near the town.
Day 2: Tikha Dhunga to Ghorepani (2850m)
Day two was a fairly tough hike – almost consistently uphill.
Day 3: Early start to visit Poon Hill (3200m), then to Chuile (2150m), via Tadapani (2630m)
We set off for Poon Hill at about 5am to catch the sunrise. Many people were up and everyone hiked silently to the top of the hill in the dark, using their headlamps for light. I was worried about breaking into a sweat on the climb, as once we got to the top we would no longer be active and it was below freezing. Luckily, it’s not possible to walk very fast due as everyone walks in single file and the pace is determined by the crowd and isn’t very fast.
We arrived a little before sunrise and I setup my camera equipment. My plan was to make a timelapse movie of the sun rising over the Annapurna Massif. Unfortunately the constantly changing light conditions make this technically more difficult than I was expecting and it hasn’t come out very well.
The sunrise was easily one of the most beautiful natural scenes we’ve ever laid our eyes on. In a sweeping panorama spanning almost 270 degrees, some of the highest peaks in the world begin to light with bright yellow sunlight.
After sunrise we headed down to Ghorepani for breakfast, then headed up to Tadapani and finally to Chuile where we stopped for the day at about 4pm and watched the local kids playing hide-and-go-seek in garden of the tea-house.
Day 4: Chuile to Dovan (2286m), via Chhomgrong (2040m)
From Chuile we descended down a steep valley and up the other side of the valley to Chhomrong, then down and up another very steep valley on the other side of the town (someone told me there are 2000 step descending down the valley). We had lunch in Sinuwa and got to Bamboo at about 4pm. We were getting tired, but decided to head on for Dovan, the next town along where we were going to meet up with Mats, a Swede who was walking the same route as us.
Between Bamboo and Dovan, we bumbed into someone we know from London! It was completely unexpected and quite a shock to see them. We hadn’t seen them in about 3 years, but it was nice to catch up quickly as we passed on another in different directions.
Day 5: Dovan to Machapuchare Base Camp/MBC (3703m)
Another hard day, but we got to MBC by about 2pm and it was nice to sit around enjoying the epic scenery for the afternoon. Mid afternoon a thick fog rolled in and we went indoors and chatted to the other trekkers. Just before sunset the sky cleared and we had some amazing views of Machapuchare illuminated by the last rays of the day. Real magic!
Day 6: MBC to Annapurna Base Camp/ABC (4130m) for sunrise, then down to Sinuwa (2340m)
Another morning of waking up at 4:45am. By 5am we were walking up to ABC in the dark. Kate’s headlamp failed, so I gave her mine and then stumbled up in the near darkness. As sunrise approached, the mountains became illuminated in the most beautiful way – they almost looked luminous. In the cold I managed a few hand-held snaps.
We got to ABC just before the sun light Annapurna I. We took photographs and enjoyed the amazing show nature was putting on for us, then had some breakfast at ABC. Although we were at a very high altitude, we didn’t feel any signs of altitude sickness – we didn’t struggle to sleep to much and we both still had healthy appetites.
From ABC we did a long hike down to Sinuwa. By the time we got there we had been hiking for 11 hours and were very tired.
Day 7: Sinuwa to Jhinu (1760m)
I awoke with a horribly sore knee. This was probably from all the downhill the day before. When I awoke, I struggled to bend it and was quite worried about hiking at all that day. After taking some anti-inflammatories the pain went away, and luckily it didn’t come back.
Jhinu is only three hours walk from Sinuwa and we spent the afternoon at the hot springs near Jhinu. It was great to chill a little.
Day 8: Jhinu to Syauli Bazar (1190m)
Another very short day – only 3 hours hiking once again. Our guide pulled a rat out of the kitchen of the tea-house we were staying. He was holding it in a pair on tongs, showing it to Kate and I, when it wriggled around and bit him. He threw it in the bushes and it ran away. Kate was very worried about rats after that. I meant to have a word with the guide and tell him it’s probably better not to show girls rats you’ve pulled from the kitchen.
Day 9: Syauli Bazar to Nayapool (1060m)
Only about 2 or 3 hours walk to the end of the trail. Nayapool is a busy market town and it’s quite dirty and busy after the natural beauty of the trek – a bit of a shock to the system. From there, we caught a taxi back to Pokhara for some well deserved rest and relaxation.
Glade Festival: Booka Shade
The German Electronic Act, Booka Shade, playing on the Glade Stage at the Glade Festival, 17 July 2009.
Wakeboarding at Princes
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