awake. sore. bit of a cold. this walk shall make me earn its completion-and the hot spring, massage and beer i shall treat myself to when i get to pokhara. and when you have room view sunrises like this, how can you really complain?
first half of the day was not so difficult-a good 3.5 hours of rolling ascents up the side of the valley. some narrow bits, shared with donkeys. and a bridge temporarily blocked by a donkey caravan...can you imagine getting caught in the middle of the bridge with them heading towards you?
when you get into the rhythm of the walk, you lose sense of yourself and your aches, and become a part of the life of the trail, just moving through its space. not only a rhythm, but music making. the constant sound of my cadence/pace of my feet (the bass drum) mixed with the snare drum of my walking sticks.
once my legs warmed up, time seemed to go-and soon surprised by the quick arrival of lunch. fried egg rice. simple, but tasty filing-quickly consumed. i try to eat at a modest pace, but when you are surrounded by others wolfing down their meals, its hard to not join in.
three quarters eaten, not finished. not as hungry as i thought, as my body seems to want to drop some weight to make the future steps easier.
afternoon was short, 1 hour and surprise, danakyu. started sore, now stronger.
in danakyu, mahendra found us some heirloom heritage smoke, which was difficult to say no too. unadulterated by man-hybridization, just pure nature, with the back drop of amazing mountains.
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