Everest Circuit Rerouted VI: Namche Bazaar

Sunday, 13 October 2013 14:03 Hrs at 3445m (Namche Bazaar)

The Nepalese people of the Himalayas are a compact hardy folk. Much smaller than those of the lowlands. Whether by genes or other environmental or organic factors, such as reduced oxygen saturation of the air or carrying heavy loads from a young age, there is a marked difference. Their facial features differ also. The higher we get: broad flat faces with beautiful catlike eyes and rose cheeks. Men and women alike are much older than they appear by Western standards. It is becoming easier to distinguish the porters and the guides that have come from the lowlands and middle hills from those native to Khumbu. Indeed, our leader, Meet is from the Annapurnas and our sherpa guide, Basu is a lowlander. He is much taller than the locals. Head and shoulders above some of them.

The higher we ascend, the more we see youths carrying loads that would make a grown Western man cringe. Mere boys of thirteen or so hunched beneath the great weight of bottled drinks and chocolate and toilet paper for our consumption. And it is largely for the hoards of tourists that they haul these things – the Nepalese do not use toilet paper, they use water – the cost progressively increasing the higher we ascend. The mules and dzopko (cow-yak crossbred) we often give way to on the trails appear, more often than not, to be transporting fuels such as kerosene or pressed dry grass for fodder. These beasts of burden also carry the yields of vegetables we see growing in the terraced paddocks to be sold at Namche Bazaar. It is quite a sight to watch as the laden animals negotiate the slippery rock stairs and the great hanging suspension bridges that cross and re-cross the Dudh Kosi, all to the whistles and calls of their handlers.

The mules must be easier to manage than the dzopkos as they are driven in herds of between six and ten, and appear to respond to a command to stop and another to proceed. The dzopko, however, appears usually in groups of two and three. They are a fascinating animal. Short coat like a cow, often black and white or closer to a buckskin colour similar to a jersey cow. Their tails are closer to that of a horse or mule than a cow, and they have narrow forward facing horns as inherited from their yak fathers. Yaks do not live below 3000m and having only ascended above 3000m today, we are as yet to see any.

Last night in Monjo we shared our camp with another World Expeditions tour descending from a trek to Gokyo Ri. They arrived in the camp late, well after 16:00 hrs and had been hiking 9 hour days after their 11 day trek was delayed 2 days in Kathmandu due to weather. They looked especially weary compared to our group, most of whom had elected not to undertake yesterday afternoon’s excursion. This was the first of the other World Expeditions tour groups we came across, however today we have passed porters transporting the distinctive red and black kit bags toward Lukla, and at least one other group have arrived at the eco-lodge in Namche Bazaar today. This last group did not have our fortune with the weather. The clouds that clustered around the mountainside yesterday at approximately 16:00 hrs did not lift and by 11:00 hrs this morning there was drizzle. The sky opened a little after we arrived here at 12:00 hrs and this group has not long arrived.

The eco-lodge is a sherpa hotel and is affiliated with the Namche Bazaar Museum to which we will be shortly visiting. The accommodation is sparse, much like our tents, only the room has a toilet for our convenience and panelled windows which afford spectacular views, even with the hanging grey sky. Yesterday’s wet washing hangs from the line I have strung between the window handles hoping to dry. My kit bag is stored neatly at the end of my bed with my boots. My day pack is beneath the window next to the other end of my bed and I am making full use of the spare down blankets with their velvet maroon covers to keep me warm, as the room is without heating.

Everest Circuit Rerouted V: Is it Yellow?

Saturday, 12 October 2013 17:17 Hrs at 2850m (Monjo)

The terrain encountered today was much the same as yesterday. Stone and dirt paths that cut through the mountainside, trees or sheer rock on one side and the view on the other. We have been following the Dudh Kosi (Milky River) since our departure of Ghat, crossing it a number of times. The sheer torrid force with which the river flows renders the glacial blue waters white and the roar can be heard throughout the valley. Its musical sound is one I doubt could ever grow tiresome. Crossing the river, however, is slightly less pleasant as it involves crossing suspension bridges – often behind mules or other tourists – which shifts and sways beneath our feet, especially as we near the centre of the bridge. I have taken to focusing on the pack in front of me and shuffling as quick as possible across the bridge, occasionally pointing the camera one way or another and shooting without actually peering through the view finder.

Our leader, Meet, has done his best to allay any fears and preconceived notions regarding our ascent into Namche Bazaar tomorrow. He insists that when it comes to that last steep climb, that by looking down at our feet and not at the seemingly never-ending rise before us, will make it easier for us. I think he has been pleased with our pace thus far. Today we traveled from Ghat in around 4 hours, and that was with a long break to allow one of our group to recover from a sudden spell of light-headedness. She is only carrying a single 1 litre water bottle and it has been very warm in the sun with little breeze through the trees. Yesterday at Lukla it was 27˚C. Today might have been a little less. It is apparent, however, that tonight will be much colder than last night notwithstanding the clouds that cling to the surrounding mountains where only 2 hours before there was blue sky. Our faded orange tents are bright against the blue-green pine trees that line the mountain.

We arrived in Monjo just after 12:00 hrs and sat down to a lunch of roti bread, spinach, potatoes and spam. That last was new for me but given the scarcity of fresh meat, aside from perhaps poultry, I ate it with the ravenous appetite 4 hours of trekking gave me. Afterward, I went for a small 1.5 hour acclimatisation excursion with Basu, Meet and one other of our group up a nearby hill. As with yesterday afternoon’s side trip, the walk was much slower with a greater number of breaks. I use the extra walk as an opportunity to take photos and, hopefully, acclimatise better.

I do not know if I should be concerned that I have had no more than very mild passing headaches and the occasional disturbance in spatial awareness (as though I were slightly intoxicated). Most of the other trekkers have experienced a variety of much more pronounced symptoms. One experienced such severe light-headedness so as to require her daypack to be carried by the sirdar, Padam for a time. Another experienced strange dreams last night and the sensation that the tent was spinning. Both have since commenced taking their Diamox. A third felt intoxicated yesterday and generally unwell. While a forth has had stomach upsets that persist in spite of the Immodium. Yet another is experiencing fatigue. I cannot state for sure if the last is having any symptoms aside from perhaps the sense she might be coming down with a cold or, as Meet put it, the Khumbu cough. The dry air is leaving blood in my nasal mucous just as when I am in an airplane.

The camp works to a routine. At approximately 06:00hrs, we are awoken to a cup of black tea. Warm washing water is then provided in large silver bowls fifteen minutes later. We are to pack our kit bag and present for breakfast at 07:00hrs. The trekking party departs at 08:00hrs, our kit bags already collected by the porters. Following a day of trekking, we receive glasses of warm orange cordial. More hot washing water is provided at 15:30hrs and then afternoon tea at 16:00hrs. Dinner is between 18:00 and 18:30hrs. Coffee, tea and hot chocolate is provided at the end of all meals, at which time our empty water bottles are collected and filled with hot water. We are encouraged to drink constantly and as a consequence must relieve ourselves quite frequently also. Discussing our hydration status as determined by the colour of our urine makes for an interesting bonding experience. And then it comes time for bed and, if early days are any indication, it will be very early nights for us all for the next few weeks as everyone trundles off at approximately 19:30hrs. Who could blame us.