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| Toward Phedang |
The descent is much easier but it requires concentration as it is not always down. There are still stretches of steep climbs up. The weather is misty and cool as we reach Phedang. I recall how I was here just a couple days ago, so tired, with Dzongri still ahead. This time, the hut is packed with trekkers passing through. Now I see where the path forks - one path to Dzongri, the other path to Kokchurong. I am relieved that I am not the one headed for Dzongri. We take a short lunch break, and have some tea. It is cloudy, but my sunglasses stay on. I don’t want to scare anyone with my puffy eyes.
Leaving Phedang, right away we meet with a steep decline. And a steep incline for those coming up. They are climbing with effort, and taking frequent breaks. I know what's going through their minds. Ahh, I, on the other hand, am going down. As we get closer to Tsokha, the clouds get thicker, and it starts raining. I stop to take my jacket out. Now, the climb down becomes muddy and slippery. I wouldn’t want to be climbing up in the rain. We are approaching the fresh green trees of the lower altitude. We pass through Tsokha. Some people have set up their tents. We are only passing through. It continues to rain on and off.
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| Tsokha |
We reach Bakhim in the early afternoon. It is cloudy, rainy, and damp. This time we will not be camping outside. We leave our things inside the hut, but the hut is no hotel, where you can unwind, take a shower, and fall asleep on a comfortable bed underneath a warm blanket. I look forward to washing myself properly from head to toe. Just one more day.
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| Resting at Bakhim |
We go down a little bit to a “restaurant.” It is a village house with a kitchen, and an outdoor table with the most incredible view. The clouds are so close. We could almost touch them. We rest there and occasionally warm our hands by the outdoor fire or in the kitchen. Time passes slowly when you’re not trekking. It is dusk now and our yaks and porters have arrived. Our cook will be making dinner on a portable gas stove inside the hut. I try to warm my face with a bowl of hot soup. It feels good, and my facial swelling seems to have almost disappeared. I feel relieved.
I make a toilet stop before going to bed. It is muddy from the rains, and dark now. I am happy that I don’t have to go too far for privacy. As I pull my pants up, I feel something gummy and slick on my lower back. What is it. I feel it again. Is it some bump? What is happening. First, the facial swelling, and now? I am semi-amused. I get back up to our room, and take a wet wipe to get a hold of whatever it is. And it is a little leach. You little sucker. I laugh to myself, happy that I found the guy on me in the first place.
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| Beds at Bakhim hut |
The beds are hard, but I fall asleep without a problem. I am up with the sunrise. I grab my mirror to check out my face. The swelling and puffiness are back. Grr. Sunglasses go back on. I pack up. We eat breakfast. I am ready. It is a beautiful, fresh and sunny morning. I am feeling slightly nostalgic. This is it, the last day, the last stretch. We will be back at Yuksom around noon. The view here is fantastic.
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| Ravi at Bakhim looking toward Yuksom |
We pass over the four familiar bridges, and I notice that the rains have changed the landscape. It must have been raining here very hard. I see mud slides and rock slides along the river bed. We pass a few fellow trekkers. They are busy doing something on the side of the path. Ravi finds out that they had buried some of their belongings here in plastic bags because they were too heavy of a load. They recovered their bundles without a problem. Good idea. I wish I had done that.
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| Rock slide over Prek Chu River near Yuksom |
At last, I know we are getting closer to the end. The evergreen trees seem farther away, and I feel civilization looming nearby. It is not as silent and still as it was higher up. As we approach the welcome sign to the Khangchendzonga National Park, two porters with heavy blue barrels pass us by. The porters are amazingly strong. Each barrel probably weighs a good 25kg (55lb), maybe more, while I was “dying” under the weight of my, at most, 10kg (20lb) pack. And they are headed up.
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| Goechala trek porters on their way up |
We rest one more time, have some water, and biscuits. This is it. We have finished. I did it, and I can’t wait to take a proper shower. Later on in the day, as we roam around Yuksom, we run into a group of young men, who were on their way up to Goechala at Bakhim. They couldn’t have made it all the way to Goechala and back in such a short period of time. It turns out that they decided to turn around. I am so happy that I got to do the full trek. I wonder if I will ever be back.
If you would like to trek with Ravi, you can get in touch with him at ravi4urajmishra@gmail.com - or on his Facebook pages at https://www.facebook.com/ravi4urajmishra or https://www.facebook.com/pages/RockRope-Adventures/845301602199466
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| Me at Yuksom Until next time friends! |
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