Our last entry ended with the crossing of Thorung La Pass at 5450m altitude. The view was quite magnificent and a just reward for the walking, ascending and rising early of the days preceding.
A last look across the prayer flag covered pass towards Thorung peak and we started our 1600m (one vertical mile) descent. Our knees and legs were screaming in agony just thinking about it. I think, packing a paraglider is the healthier option. Yes is it bulky, but ascending is so much easier and more comfortable than descending on foot. Thus, on top, you’d unpack the paraglider, lay it out, strap in, raise it and then it’s “Sayonara dudes, see you at the bottom.” You’d enjoy the flight, the views, catch a few thermals in between – badda-bing-badda-boom. But that was just me mental gazing, so down we walked to Muktinath. Muktinath is a quaint little mountain village without any surfaced roads. We stayed there for an extra day, before we moved on to Jomsom.
We really only recognized Muktinath’s beauty when we left it and we looked back up to the village. There are many terraces fields used for small agriculture. Life in this region is hard and agriculture in particular is a fight. Each crop and harvest must be fought for without industrial help. It’s muscles, a strong back and elbow grease that provide food from the fields. However, on this nice Fall morning, thoughts of toil did not come to mind.
Instead, thoughts of peacefulness and serenity came to mind – well, my mind at least.As we moved farther away from Muktinath, we approached the main valley, which extends from Beni some 80 kilometers away in the foothills to Jomson and then further into the restricted region of Mustang. And man, what a treat that valley was. We came in high above the valley floor and the entire valley stretched out before us in all its beauty.
Looking south towards Jomsom – although all you can see is the team house on the bottom of the valley, where we’d have lunch. As the others descended, I stayed a little bit longer to look for more opportunities to soak up this view and to capture it with my camera.
If you have followed this blog for a while, you know that I have a soft spot for trees. They are usually older than I am and they have seen a lot more that I have. Although, I have not met a talking tree, their appearance tells the great story of their life – the great silent story tellers.
I think this tree, can also act as an exclamation mark to this entry and close it. (not my smoothest transition, to close an entry)
Alright, stay sharp, and seize opportunities to stay back and enjoy your surroundings all by yourself.
Cheers Markus \m/