Nepal. Trek around Annapurna. Part 4. Near Manang.

The morning snow disappeared as quickly as it appeared. While I was running around the village for water and preparing breakfast, the beautiful white powder turned into a gray damp mass, and after half an hour’s journey it completely disappeared from my eyes, as if it had never existed.

The white cover did not have time to melt only on the tops of the mountains. The sun began to thoroughly destroy it, turning it into clouds creeping along the slopes of the mountains. Thanks to such interesting weather, we got these wonderful pictures, where the snow line is slightly higher than the trail itself. At the same time, the trail managed to dry out quickly and it was very comfortable to walk along it. I had to change a couple of times this morning, from winter to summer.

I was one of the first to leave the village this morning, so the road was completely clear of other travelers. Even my Hong Kong friend was left behind in one of the guesthouses. He waited for more comfortable weather for the exit, well, and missed some wonderful views.

I didn’t need to rush anywhere and I lingered at almost every bush, stream and mound to catch a shot. I wandered around to the music of the Melnitsa group with my mouth open and looked at the clouds creeping over the mountains.

It was the most spring mood for the entire trip. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming and streams are babbling – an amazing beauty!

Imperceptibly I got to the fork. One road went down the valley, the other took up the slope. Those who drive jeeps to Manang use the lower road and miss a very beautiful section of the road. Those who choose a longer and more difficult path get several interesting landscapes for their collection and a good load on their rested legs.

While I was climbing the serpentine and taking pictures of everything around me, a group of tourists caught up with me. Against the background of the mountains in the clouds, the guys looked epic, the distance will not be able to transfer them a photo. In this case, it is better to get to know each other, exchange contacts and share pictures, but you don’t always think about it in time.

Funny thing: after a couple of hours of walking on the water in the new Chinese trekking bats, the sole fell off. The boots themselves looked good, not a brand of course, but for the price it was quite passable. But the glue turned out to be simply no, it literally kept on the snot and after the first puddle everything got wet. So to hell with it, buy normal glue and glue it on and stomp on, but you still have to get to the nearest store where you can find this glue, and it’s not a fact that it is available in local villages. A full-fledged shoe repair would take a day. In the end, I just tied the sole to the shoe and walked like that for a while, but it still fell off, and I changed into sneakers again.

The climb is not to say that serious, but even I had to make several halts. Usually I am too lazy to do them and I drown at the same pace, only occasionally stopping to take a photo or video in an interesting place. For those who are less prepared, you need to take breaks in the climb a little more often, and everything will be fine! For one, you can once again drink tea with nishtyaks overlooking the mountains.

There were only two groups at the observation point. The guys who overtook me and those who apparently woke up before me. Since in this section of the path there is only one path, they could hardly have gone from somewhere else.

There are benches and traditional multi-colored flags with mantras at the observation point. This is a great place to gather strength before the next transition.

A road for jeeps is visible across the river, it ends at the village of Manang, which is a few dozen kilometers further along the route.

There were only two groups at the observation point. The guys who overtook me and those who apparently woke up before me. Since in this section of the path there is only one path, they could hardly have gone from somewhere else.

There are benches and traditional multi-colored flags with mantras at the observation point. This is a great place to gather strength before the next transition.

A road for jeeps is visible across the river, it ends at the village of Manang, which is a few dozen kilometers further along the route.

A little further than the survey, Kim caught up with me. I will say that it was easier for him to climb with trekking poles! Therefore, he caught up with me, and not because I brake and photograph every bush! However, I was glad that he caught up with me, because together it is still more fun, you can share your emotions and experience!

On the trail we met several very small villages. In them I did not notice any loggias for tourists or shops. The buildings are very ancient, and some have already become ruins. I think a good guide could tell their story, but he was not on our team and we were content with our guesses.

The most offensive place. Here, you go to the pass, gain height, higher and higher, and then once the road goes down. Far down. And you have to dump, and you already thought that you had reached almost the height of the pass. And now you seem to be descending, it’s easy for you, but then you realize that all the dropped altitude you will have to gain again. Mountains are like that. Up, down, up, down.

Another observation point. A rare frame with a backpack. I’m standing there charging the equipment!) In my pocket there is a power bank in a package, so that if the rain gets packed quickly and not spoil the equipment. It is better not to charge the equipment directly from the solar panel, it will quickly fail. This is because the sun is constantly hiding behind the clouds and the charge is, that is, that is not. Technique does not like such alternating current.

Turik Hill. You can fold your own completely or add a pebble to an already created one. A funny tradition. For some, it’s like making a wish to come back here again. There are no fountains to throw a coin there, but everyone can fold the turik.

Passing the route you enter a certain rhythm of rest and assault. At the same time, you synchronize with those who are next to you. With the fast ones you go faster, with the slow ones you go slower. This does not happen immediately, but the body adapts and adapts to any conditions.

Stop for lunch! There was an uncountable number of snacks, but there was still no dense reinforcement, even though it was already in the evening. Kim ran into a small restaurant on the road to order noodles, and I cooked noodles, which I carried with me. My friend did not dare to try my brew, fearing for his health, well, I will get more!

In the afternoon, the mountains were blown up by the wind and we got the opportunity to see the peaks that were previously hidden behind the clouds. A truly majestic view! And how people dare to conquer such heights, overcoming glaciers, rocks, cracks; what motivates them, what they think at this time. Probably about the same thing that we were talking about when we walked the easier route, it’s just that they have already taken this step and now they want higher mountains and more dangerous places, and their heads are the same household nonsense, what to eat for lunch, and how not to freeze at night.

At some point, the clouds began to catch up with us. A strong wind rose and it seemed that everything was heading towards a blizzard. It would have been very unlikely to rain at this altitude, it was already cold, so much so that we put on hats and down jackets. But in the morning they walked almost in T-shirts.

We are back on the high road. The one that went along the river, much lower than our path. It became much easier to walk, because the slopes were left behind, and here we had only a very calm climb, which was not noticeable at all.

Not a single car passed us in an hour, and we did not meet any hikers. In June there are very few people here and you even start to miss communication a little.

Manang is on the horizon! The home stretch for this day. The wind, which was playing out in earnest, drove me into my back. He even punched gloves and we were lucky that he blew into the backs protected by backpacks, and not in the face. The wind helped us speed up a little. The sun was already setting, but it was also necessary to cook dinner and organize an overnight stay. At least I need more time for this, since Kim traditionally will fall into the guesthouse, where everything is ready.

Not far from Manang there is an interesting temple in the village of Braga in the rocks. How many people put in effort to build it at such a height, but they chose the place with a gorgeous view of the Annapurna slope!

Here you are walking at an altitude of 3500 meters, and next to a peak of 8000 meters – it is very difficult to imagine the scale of the ascent to the very peak. The mountains are incredibly impressive, they have some kind of magic!

We got to Manang just before sunset. I had to hurry to find a comfortable tent spot in the daylight.

This is a small village that differs from the previous ones only in the presence of a communications tower. Here it was finally possible to get in touch with family members, but there was not enough Internet to download a couple of pictures. To have a few words with loved ones who are so far away at this moment is priceless!