The Vagabond Hiker

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Trekking the ancient Kingdom of Mustang, Nepal

This past week I returned from a “reconnaissance” expedition into a rarely visited corner of the Nepal Himalaya. This trip was billed as a trekking and climbing holiday, taking the intrepid traveler from the ancient Buddhist kingdom of Mustang, through the stunning Damodar Himal to the only-recently-accessible valleys of Naar and Phu.

The initial approach to Mustang took our group of 12 clients through the Kali Gandaki (arguably the deepest valley in the world) and into an arid and starkly beautiful region of Nepal, colored red, grey and yellow by natural earth pigments and highlighted by picturesque white-washed villages and red-painted monasteries. After our first week of trekking, exploration and necessary acclimatization, including 2 nights at the walled city of Lo Manthang, we headed up into the Damodar Himal with the intention of climbing Saribung Peak (6328 meters) and crossing the Saribung Pass (6020 meters) before descending into the only recently-accessible Naar and Phu and rejoining the popular Annapurna Circuit route.  As it transpired, we would never even reach the Saribung basecamp.

A zoom shot of the sacred mountain of Machapuchare (aka Fishtail) from the roof of our Pokhara hotel at sunset. From Pokhara we were scheduled to fly to Jomson the next day and then take Jeeps to Kagbeni to start the trek, but high katabatic winds closed Jomson airstrip (a common occurrence), necessitating a 10 hour Jeep ride from Pokhara.

Mustang

Sheltered by some of the world’s highest mountains, the 8000-meter peaks of Annapurna and Dhaulagiri, bordering China and the Tibetan plateau, lies the ancient “Forbidden Kingdom” of Mustang, also known as the Land of Lo. Off limits to foreigners until 1992, Mustang retains its ancient culture almost intact, and remains one of the last strongholds of traditional Tibetan life. The region is still difficult to access and foreign visitors are required to obtain a Restricted Area Permit at a price of $500 for 10 days, high by Nepali standards.

Road along the Kali Gandaki in Upper Mustang on Day 2 of our trek, north of Kagbeni
Another view of the Kali Gandaki, on Day 3 of our trek
Syangboche village on Day 3. Stacked wood is seen on the roofs of many homes. Limiting cutting of dead wood is permitted at certain times each year.
Looking south to Annapurna I on Day 3 (center, zoom)
Autumnal colors seen in a riparian ecosystem on Day 3
Wild goats on Day 3 in the Ghyakar Khola Gorge (zoom). Though lacking in vistas of 8000 meter peaks, this gorge was arguably the most spectacular hiking on the whole trip.
Samar village where we stayed on the third night of the trek
A typical Mustangi chorten (stupa) seen on Day 4
One of our many river crossings, on Day 4
Vista on Day 4 near the Ghemi La (pass)
Mustangi chortens and man-made caves on Day 4. Some of these caves were used by those escaping Tibet from Chinese oppression.
Some of our group at the Mui La, Day 5
Entry to the Ghar Gompa Monastery complex on Day 5
Two of our photogs at the Ghar La, Day 5

The capital of Lo Manthang is home to the Loba people, the original inhabitants of Mustang. A walled city (village actually) dating from 1380, it is considered by some scholars to be the best preserved medieval fortress to the world and is a UNESCO World Heritage candidate.

Starkly beautiful vista towards Lo Manthang on Day 5
traditional Lo Manthang transport, Day 5
Courtyard of our Lo Manthang lodge, the Paradise Holiday Inn (!), where we spent two nights, enabling us time to do our laundry and see the sights
Typical houses on the outskirts of Lo Manthang
Lo Manthang alley in the walled village
Colorful windows in Lo Manthang
Prayer wheels in a Lo Manthang Mani Wall
Young kids with mom in Lo Manthang

The Damodar Himal

Departing Lo Manthang, we trekked to the village of Yara, the last habitation before heading into the Damodar Himal, where we planned to camp for 7 nights as we made the crossing of Saribung Pass.  After more than a week in lodges ranging from rustic rooms with a squat toilet down the hall to ensuite ‘hotel’ rooms with hot showers, camping in remote gorges and even remoter mountains would be a dramatic change.

That’s where everything went south.

The decision was made to combine two trekking days, eliminating one camp. Thus we ascended more than 1100 meters in a single day, from 3600 m at Yara to 4745 m at the pilgrims’ shelter at Ghuma Thanti, crossing a 4900 m pass on this epic 9-hour day.  We arrived at camp as the twilight gave way to a starry, cold night.  By 9 PM the last of the porters finally arrived, completely shattered.   The next day we continued over an unnamed 5300 meter pass and then down to the Bharche Khola (4900 m) where we set up our second camp.  After a cold night (-12C) we were anticipating the tough hike over the Damodar Kund Ridge and a 5500 m pass before descending down to the the sacred lake of Damodar Kund (4890m).  Then an emergency medical situation arose with one of the camp porters in the early hours of the morning. Suffering from pulmonary edema, three times he had to be revived when his heart stopped.  After calling in a helicopter with our sat phone and fashioning a makeshift stretcher, he was carried up to a nearby plateau where the chopper arrived to take him and another porter to Kathmandu for treatment.  (Eventually we heard that both porters had fully recovered). The cold nights, combined with the near death of one of their friends, spooked some of the other porters, who refused to continue the trip.  The decision was made to spend a second night at the Barche Khola before retracing most of our steps back to Kagbeni where Jeeps would take us to Jomson for the dramatic flight back to Pokhara.  It would take a week to get back to Jomson, a disappointing, though understandable, conclusion to our trip.

Prayer flags and vista from the Dhi La, Day 7
Day 7 Kali Gandaki river crossing
Yara village, seen on Day 7
Autumnal colors at Yara village, Day 7
The Luri Gompa surrounded by numerous caves, on Day 8. Most of the monastery was located on a nearby plateau.
Ascending to a pass on the Yaripangje Danda, Day 8
Porters descending towards the Bharche Khola on Day 9
The Vagabond Hiker at the high pass (5320 m), Day 11 on our return. Saribung Peak is barely visible to the immediate right of the flag pole here.
Our pack mules on Day 11. They carried much of our camp food to the Damadar Kund, but would not have been able to go further.
Dhaulagiri Peak on Day 12 (zoom). Mustang is in the rain shadow of this massive 8000-meter peak, accounting for much of the aridity of the landscape.
A Mustangi chorten along the road to China, Day 14. A good deal of the trekking was along roads.
Chorten detail
A herd of goats moving to winter pasture, Day 14
Trash everywhere on Day 14. The town shall remain nameless, but sadly it was typical.
Entering the Ghyakar gorge for the second time, on the return, Day 15
The Vagabond Hiker on the pass after climbing out of the Ghyakar Gorge on Day 15
Our young local leader, Suzil, in characteristic pose on the same pass, Day 15

With the ongoing construction of a road though Mustang that will connect China with Nepal, the region is seeking to regain its strategic location. For centuries caravans roamed the Kali Gandaki between Tibet, China and India, with salt, yak wool, cereals, dried meat, spices and other goods. When the road is completed, it will become the most accessible Himalayan corridor and Mustang will inevitably change. While the inhabitants of Mustang understand the road’s importance, they risk losing their culture and identity. For those wishing to trek through Upper Mustang, do it soon.

Graffiti supporting the Communist Party of Nepal (Maoist Centre), north of Kagbeni, Day 16. The first of two rounds of elections following the adoption of the 2015 Constitution will be held on November 26.

Today I depart the UK for Auckland and the austral spring and summer of New Zealand, where I will be spending some 10 weeks ranging widely from the Northlands on the North Island to the Catlins at the far southern end of the South Island for Christmas.  Expect two or three blog posts from my time exploring New Zealand.  Then on to a multi-week trip to Sri Lanka before returning to Europe in early March.

In the meantime, enjoy some good hiking with friends and family over the Holidays,

The Vagabond Hiker

Amalfi Coast Interlude

While Italy’s Amalfi Coast was not originally intended as a place to heal from climbing Peak Lenin, it has proven an idyllic location for just that. The amazingly fresh seafood, wonderful (and cheap) local wine, fantastic and varied walking, swimming in the clear and (relatively warm) sea, and spectacular views from nearly everywhere – including my terrace – have certainly had a rejuvenating effect on me.

I rented an apartment on AirBNB in Conca dei Marini, about midway between the tourist centers of Amalfi and Positano.  About 100 meters above the sea (mslm in Italian), the terrace has nearly 180˚ views overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea.  Several of the photos below were taken from my terrace.

For those who haven’t had the pleasure of visiting the Costiera Amalfitana, it consists of the southern portion of the Sorrento Peninsula, which delineates the southern side of the Bay of Naples.  While only 30 km as the crow flies from that teeming metropolis, in every other regard it is worlds away.  The rugged coastline has resisted invaders (though not always successfully) over the millennia, and until the Amalfi Coast road was constructed in the mid-nineteenth century, the only way for the locals to travel between villages was by path, either on foot or donkey.

Distances in this vertical landscape are best measured in how many steps one must ascend or descend.  Fortunately for the active visitor these paths were generally very well constructed from the local limestone and for the most part remain intact.  Their network provides a plenitude of walking and hiking options, ranging from short jaunts between nearby villages to longer rambles through the rural terraced farm landscapes to more serious hikes and scrambles at higher elevations in the Lattari Mountains, the spine of the Sorrento Peninsula, where one encounters goats and sheep far more often than tourists.  The photos that follow try to capture some of this amazing landscape that I have enjoyed these past 5½ weeks.

Sunrise from my terrace, Conca dei Marini. One of the best, but nearly every morning featured great morning light over the Tyrrhenian Sea.
Amalfi seen from the Salerno ferry, the preferred way to reach this town
Local workers heading to Amalfi in the morning
A lovely Amalfi garden overlooking the sea. I passed it many times on my walks from Conca to Amalfi, and finally had my camera…
View from a cave on the walkway between Amalfi and Atrani
Ravello from the descent to Minuta.  Ravello is the most elegant and cultural of the towns on the Amalfi Coast.  The Villa Cimbrone gardens are on the right (South) side of the plateau here.
Maggie at the Villa Cimbrone cloisters, Ravello
Ubiquitous cyclamen. They were in bloom in May 2010 as well as this September and October.
Ancient hillside chapel near Conca. A great picnic spot, with views along the coast.
Grapevines above lemons. Along with olive trees, lemons and grapes are the most cultivated commercial plants along the coast.
Piazza with mule in Minuta, taken in 2010. It could be a shot out of the Old West…
The ruins of Convento Cospita, not far from San Lazzaro (which is itself a 550 meter ascent from my apartment).  It took me three attempts to reach this convent, though the first two were admittedly half-hearted.
A bold green lizard. Of various shades, these lizards were everywhere, though most were too shy to photograph.
An isolated Amalfi coast villa.
A herd of goats with goat dog near Monestero di San Nicola, taken in 2010
View along the Sentiere degli Dei, the Path of the Gods. This path is one of the more spectacular, and certainly the most popular, of all along the Amalfi Coast.
A Madonna in the village of Scala, about 20 minutes walk from Ravello
Scala scalini (stairs). Walkways through tunnels are quite common in many of the towns on the Amalfi Coast.
Steps up through a chestnut grove above Scala. We were under bombardment as we quickly walked through this grove.
I am not sure what to make of this friendly goat puppy…
Bay of Naples 1000 meters below us, and Mount Vesuvius from near our lunch spot along the Alta Via Monti Lattari
The Vagabond Hiker resting at our lunch spot overlooking the Bay of Naples
Trail down to Furore chasm, just West of Conca dei Marini
Sorrento Peninsula and Positano from Monte Tre Calli
The town of Bomerano and environs from Monte Catiello summit, 1389 mslm
Monte Mezzo (1428 mslm) and Monte San Michele, aka Molare (the Molar) (1444 mslm) behind, the two highest mountains on the Sorrento Peninsula, taken from Monte Catiello summit
Conca dei Marini on the descent from San Lazzaro. The Capo di Conca is on the right, jutting into the water. My apartment is one of the white buildings immediately before the “neck.”
Sunset looking towards the Salerno coast, from my terrace in Conca dei Marini
Three masted schooner near dusk on the Tyrrhenian Sea in front of my apartment (zoom)
The Capo di Conca at sunrise from my terrace. There are numerous old defensive towers along the coast.  This one may be rented for special occasions.
My apartment in the morning. Its location made getting a good photo of it quite difficult.
Conca dei Marini beach cove. The small pebble beach is out of the frame on the lower left. Several days I swam along the coast here.
Picturesque stairway up from Conca beach
Positano in the morning light. Positano is a much more attractive town than Amalfi, though every bit as touristy.
La Buca del Montepertuso, about 400 meters above Positano
Cistus seen on the path up to the rifugio Caserma Forestale (forestry barracks)
Switchbacks on the well-constructed path from Montepertuso up to Caserma Forestale
Caserma Forestale, 770 mslm
Monti dei Mezzo (in front) and Catiello (behind) from Molare summit. Unfortunately, the haze precludes a good photo of Naples to the North and the fog kept me from seeing Positano to the South.

Later this month I travel to Kathmandu for 3 ½ weeks of trekking and climbing.  Our group will walk from the ancient Buddhist kingdom of Mustang, through the stunning Damodar Himal to the only recently accessible valleys of Naar and Phu. Two days of this trek will consist of climbing Saribung Peak.  At 6,328 meters it is a straightforward glacier climb with rewarding 360˚ views.  My hands have recovered nicely, and with my new pair of mittens and wool thermal liner gloves and a better appreciation of frostbite prevention, I anticipate no recurrence.  Next month’s blog post should have some interesting photos from that adventure.  Then a head to the antipodes for 10 weeks exploring New Zealand.  See my updated calendar for more…

Buon camminare,

The Vagabond Hiker

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peak Lenin climb, Kyrgyzstan

I had been anticipating and training for this climb for nearly half a year.  On the morning of August 28, along with one other client and two guides, I successfully reached the summit of one of only five 7000-meter mountains in the former Soviet Union.  While not technically difficult, the climb was certainly one of the most physically and mentally challenging adventures I have undertaken.

By summit day, all other groups had started down the mountain or already left.  The increasingly cold, unpredictable weather was becoming problematic.  In a typical season (from June to August), Peak Lenin sees only a 30% success rate.  During the 16 days we spent on the mountain, the success rate wasn’t even that high.  While weather certainly accounted for some, and lack of physical conditioning accounted for others, as with many mountains, the mental challenges may have been the single greatest cause of failure.

These photos, which include some taken by our leader Stu Peacock and one from another client, document my experiences on Peak Lenin.

Personally, while I did indeed reach the top, I did so at a not insignificant cost.  The bitingly cold conditions, exacerbated by numerous small (and a couple not so small) decisions of mine and the guides, resulted in 2nd degree frostbite on seven of my fingers.  Eventually, that necessitated a medical evacuation back to the UK for more treatment and what will I’m certain prove to be months of healing to get full functionality and feeling back in my hands.

While expeditions like Peak Lenin can be wonderful experiences, spending weeks out in an amazing natural setting with like-minded individuals and insulated from the nastiness of world politics, they are not worth such sacrifices.  Recognizing and promptly treating the symptoms of maladies such as pulmonary and cerebral edema and frostbite, sometimes easier done in an arm chair than high on a mountain, are key to the safe enjoyment of some of nature’s greatest monuments.

The Vagabond Hiker

Peak Lenin on the approach drive to Base Camp (BC)
View of our BC ridge acclimatization walk
Flowers along an acclimatization ridge walk from BC. Jane, another client, is taking a photo in the background.
More late season flowers along the BC ridge acclimatization walk flowers
The north face of Peak Lenin at sunset from Base Camp
The vista along the hike from Base Camp (BC) to Advanced Base Camp (ABC), which in effect became our base camp until we left the mountain
Peak Lenin from Advanced Base Camp (ABC). The route ascends several hundred meters up the face, then traverses to the right behind the nearer features, before ascending the main summit ridge from right to left.
The route we took up a nearby ridge for an acclimatization camp from ABC
Jane on the route up to ABC acclimatization hike camp
The Vagabond Hiker at 5100 m at the ABC acclimatization camp
At the start of the glacier, about an hour out of ABC (Stu)
Resting on the glacier ascent from ABC to Camp 2 (Stu)
Heading up the glacier (Stu)
Two of our group above a glacier crevasse. The glacier had numerous crevasses, necessitating roped travel during most of the first day above ABC (Stu).
Stu on the glacier in the “Frying Pan” below Camp 2. He anchored our glacier ascent, with Andre leading the way at the front of the rope
Two of us heading up to Camp 2, seen as some yellow and orange tents on the rocks and snow in the center of the photo
Stu, Andre, and Jane at Camp 2. Andre, our local guide, was immensely strong and did porter duties also, bringing up our tents and stoves.
Camp 2 at 5300 m. Somehow I got this shot without showing any of the garbage piles.
What is known as “Pig Hill,” a tough climb up to camp 3
An atmospheric photo of climbers ascending Pig Hill up to Camp 3 (Stu)
By my tent at camp 3 (Jane)
Andre at Camp 3 during our acclimatization climb, looking up at the summit ridge (Stu)
Peck Lenin with clouds, taken from near Camp 3. Snow and high winds were also part and parcel of our time on the mountain.
During a rest break as we headed up to High Camp (Camp 4, 6400 meters) on the summit ridge (Stu)
Jane arriving at Camp 4. She and I were the only two clients (out of six) that would summit.
The Vagabond Hiker resting in our Camp 4 tent the afternoon prior to the summit day (Stu). We made an “alpine start” the next morning at 4:15 AM.
Peak Lenin summit view. We ascended from the right side here
On top of Pk Lenin, 7134 meters (23,405 ft) above sea level. The climb from Camp 4 took about 6 1/2 hrs. Removing my mittens even only for a minute or two proved a big mistake.
Surrounded by crevasses on the descent (Jane)
In the ABC mess yurt after the climb (Jane)

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