Tuesday 26th December 2017.
From leaving Marpha we walked to the Tibetan refugee camp nearby. Since Tibet lost it’s territory in 1959 Tibetans moved into Nepal, it’s neighbouring country, and with the government help settled into specially made settlements which has a school, place of worship and shop. The settlement we visited had around 40 families living here, some since the 60’s. They continue to practice their culture, language, religion and preserve their unique identity. Upon seeing us, some Tibetans brought out their wears/jewellery/gifts to sell and I bought a lovely turquoise incense holder.
We continued to follow the Kali Gandaki Valley into the deepest gorge/canyon in the world, being 5,571 m/18,278 ft lower than Annapurna I which bounds it at one point. The gorge separates the major peaks of Dhaulagiri (8,167m/26,795 ft) on the west and Annapurna (8,091m/26,545 ft) on the east.
The wind was kicking up a lot of dust from the road which was turning problematic.
Our lunch stop was Tukuche but you can see from this image that the entire village was in the middle of a dust storm – completely covered! So the decision was made to miss out the lunch stop and continue on the other side away from the dust. The route today was short, 8 miles, so we didn’t mind, however things weren’t to go our way. We were walking on a narrow trail through undulating wood until a landslide meant we had to go back the way we came…
We had to cross the valley floor and head to our original intended route of Tukuche…
By the time we got there the dust had settled and everything was clearer. We had wasted time on the other difficult route but landslides are just one of those things that you deal with.
After lunch, we continued on to Larjung (2,550m) to stay at another simple lodge.
We had some time after dinner to look around Larjung. What stood out was the livestock and street dogs here wandering the streets – it was such a small place that you were walking side by side with them.
We were told the evening sunset on Niligiri (7,061m/23,166 ft) was a beautiful one to witness from this village so Terry and I went down to the river to watch it and we weren’t disappointed – we had pink sunsets and now were granted an orange one.
I just know these views will stay with me forever. Feeling so blessed to have witnessed this.