We had a plan to go rafting today on the Trushilli River, but something we ate yesterday did not agree with us, and the long bus ride made our trip a no-go. Instead we had another day of leisure in Kathmandu. We hung around the hotel, watched monkeys from a hotel window, and stayed in Thamel. We have an evening flight to Hong Kong tomorrow.
Today was pretty low key. We shopped a little to prepare for our rafting trip tomorrow(water shoes, a dry bag), had a relaxed lunch at the Avocado Cafe, wandered thru the insanely busy Ason Bazaar where a wide array of goods is for sale along a maze of alleys. At 2pm we met Amanda from the trekking agency. At 6pm we met Sagar to pay for our last hotel night.
We had breakfast, then picked up some to-go coffee on our way to Himalayan Single Tracks. We weren’t due there until 8am, but the bikes were already loaded across the tailgate of a Mahindra Bolero, part suv and part pickup truck. We met Mani, our guide, and piled into the car for the drive to Nagarkot, a hill area on the edge of Kathmandu. As usual, the Kathmandu traffic was impressively chaotic. Motorcycles are everywhere, cars move in and out of lanes with no visible reason why, people are honking everywhere, it appears to be legit to pull into the oncoming lane, up to two cars abreast, in order to pass. It’s amazing we aren’t seeing fender benders all the time.
As we drove up the hill to Nakargot (a town, but maybe also the name of the hill), houses were spread out with large terraced yards or even acreage for farming. The hillside was steep in places with multistory homes precariously placed. In areas it was forested.
At the top of the hill we unloaded bikes and took a run down a dirt road. We adjusted saddle positions and seat heights. The bikes are full suspension Trance X bikes with dropper posts. Sarah’s front brake seemed shot and her suspension so stiff it felt rigid. Still, we were largely coasting downhill, and the bikes seem pretty good for rentals here. Mani had brought his own bike which he had gotten from the US.
Our driver met us at the bottom of the road and drove us back to the top. We came down another two track with good views of terraced fields. For our third ride, we headed down leaf-covered singletrack with some hidden roots and rocks. It was shady and beautiful, and we were getting used to the bikes.
We pedalled down a paved road to the main town area where we stopped for a dal bhat lunch, then we took a long, paved downhill to Bhaktapur. There we left our bikes with the driver, and we walked thru the historic center. Bhaktapur is a city of bricks which gives the center a distinctive look. Beautiful tempes and alleyways full of souvenir shops were charming. We saw pottery areas, and a thangka painting school. After a long walk, we exited the center, jumped back in our car, and were agin amazed by the chaos of traffic.
After dropping off the bikes and saying goodbye to Mani, we booked a short rafting trip on the Trishuli for Wednesday. We showered and relaxed at the hotel until dinner.
We have more several days in Kathmandu. Because mountain flights are so often cancelled, we wanted slack time to ensure we didn’t miss our international flight. Since we had no delays with our mountain flight, we have the opportunity to explore the Kathmandu Valley.
After breakfast, we found our way to Himalayan Singletracks and booked a mountain bike ride for tomorrow. Then we took a taxi through the insane Kathmandu traffic to the unesco world heritage site of Patan, aka Lalitpur. We hired a guide for a tour of the old city though he mainly sat in the museum courtyards and rambled on about animal sacrifices and stream-of-consciousness stories. After lunch in the museum courtyard, we walked thru the exhibits of the museum, a beautiful collection of ancient representations of gods and goddesses, both Hindu and Buddhist.
We walked thru some shopping streets in Patan, a crowded, chaotic series of shops open to the air with all manner of goods being sold. Motorcycles and cars squeezed thru the pedestrians, honking their horns.
After stopping for a cold drink and happy cookies, we caught a taxi back to Kathmandu. We had a pizza dinner and an early night.
We woke to our alarms before sunup, and the dining room was open early for our breakfast. Along with Bire we carried our bags down to the airport where we followed a chaotic process to X-ray carry ons, weigh bags ( the folks in front of us were all over weight, no problem), and line up for our flight. Nobody really stands in lines, but it all came together.
Since the season is slow, we are flying direct to Kathmandu instead of Ramechhap plus a 4 hour jeep ride on winding roads, a pleasant surprise. We had the first flight of the day on Tara Air. Getting in the first wave of flights greatly reduces your chances of postponement due to clouds as the flight is visual. Ed had the seat right behind the cockpit. By 7:30am, we had landed in Kathmandu and grabbed a taxi to Thamel, the tourist district where our hotel is.
Since it was early and our room wasn’t ready, we dropped our bags and wandered around town: finding a working ATM (not easy), 2nd breakfast at the Pumpernickel Bakery, walking to some shops, lunch of pizza at the Roadhouse Cafe, ice cream at Silk, water bottles at the Thamel Mart, check in and showers and clean clothes (heaven). In the afternoon we organized laundry of our trekking clothes and went to the Garden of Peace. It was absolutely packed, primarily with young Nepali women in small groups taking photos of each other or selfies, inspecting the photos, and presumably uploading to social media. We could barely move around the beautiful gardens without getting in the way of someone’s photo.
We had smash burgers near our hotel and had an early evening. We saw monkeys on a ledge of a nearby building, a reason to be cautious about open windows. Our room was hot and stuffy. Presumably the AC is limited at the front desk, something to inquire about tomorrow, quite a change from our freezing rooms on trek.
5.4 miles, 1565’ climbing
Runway 24 Inn, Lukla, 9444’ elevation
After a comfy night and a good breakfast, we set off on a rolling walk to Lukla, the village where we will catch our flight out of the Everest region. The walk wasn’t too long, though the cobblestone-like surface and stone steps are a little hard underfoot. We passed a dozen loaded mule trains and one train of dzopkyos headed uphill. Lots of helicopters were headed up the valley. Lots of local people were sweeping in front of their houses, doing chores, and children were playing.
We passed a lot of villages today, some blooming rhododendrons, magnolias, apples, and peach trees. We made a short stop at the police checkpoint before Lukla where Bire did his paperwork, then we checked into the Runway 24 Inn in time for an early lunch. From the deck we watched planes and helicopters landing and taking off. Ed and I walked through the village, had a coffee in a shop, changed a little money, had hot showers. Overall this is a leisurely day.
Tomorrow we will fly to Ramechhap, provided it is clear, then take a jeep ride for several hours back to Kathmandu. Because there are so many flights to Lukla in high season, they were monopolizing air traffic at the Kathmandu airport, and now travelers must go thru Ramechhap in high season. Because we arrived pre-season, we were able to fly from Kathmandu on our way here.
At dinner, we dined with Bire and Deepak who usually eat separately. It seems like the lodges won’t serve guides and porters until all foreign guests are served. We exchanged photos, had a beer and some chocolate, toasted the success of our trek. Deepak returns to his village tomorrow, and Bire flies to Kathmandu with us, where he and his family live, but only has a 1 day turnaround for his next trek.
7.4 miles, 1158’ climbing
Hotel Star Lodge, Phakding, 8587’ elevation
Last night after dinner we walked down to the Yeti Bar in Namche for a Sherpa IPA. By 8pm we were back in our cozy room, only to be awakened around 11pm by what turned out to be lodge guests who were locked out. We weren’t sure what was going on besides the noise, and we tried to sleep thru it.
The night was much warmer than when we arrived in Namche a couple of weeks ago when we could see our breath in our lodge room. After a cozy night and a good breakfast, we headed out of town. Arriving trekkers looked clean but exhausted as we passed them.
After what seemed like 1.5 miles of stone stairs down, we crossed the Dudh Khosi on a swing bridge and continued descending thru the forest. We stopped for a cup of tea, then later for a lazy lunch.
After lunch, we found ourselves among many mule trains going both directions. When they are loaded, a mule could easily slam you with its pack and injure you. We tried to move off the trail when they passed, but they were impeding our forward progress.
Finally we arrived at our lodge, the same one we stayed in after we flew into Lukla. We enjoyed a lazy afternoon in the sun on the patio until descending clouds brought a cold breeze.
