My Himalayan Trekking Adventure: Dzongri – Kokchurong – Thansing

It is Saturday, May 10, 2014 - the fourth day of our trek. I am not in tune with the days as prescribed by the calendar though. That it’s the weekend, has no meaning to me. I have no deadlines. I am up with the sunrise, and what matters is that we make it to our destination before sunset. I like this break from stiff work hours.

We have breakfast, and the usual accompanying beverage of chai - hot milk and tea. We pack up and tidy up trying not to leave any trash behind. I wrap my knee for extra support, and I am ready to go. Ah, and don’t forget the backpack. It’s back on. Today, we are headed for Thansing via Kokchurong. It will be a 4 to 6 hour trek at approximately the same altitude. 

I start my day off by tripping over some ropes which tie together a couple of mules. My pack pulls me forward as I fall, but I am okay. Get up and keep going. The ascent here is minimal compared to the other two days. We are trekking through an open hillside. I realize at some point that Ravi and another member of our group have separated from the rest of us, and I have separated from the remainder. I know I can’t catch up with Ravi. I look back, no one is there. I look around and I wonder if I’m on the right path.

It is different here. I am in the middle of an open field, and there is more than one path. I keep going, I hear the familiar jingling of bells, and I see a herd of yaks coming my way. I figure I’m going in the right direction, but I am not certain. I don’t want to keep going by myself. Just to be sure, I stop and wait for the rest of my group to catch up. I rest next to a big boulder and have some water, hoping I will see them soon. I tell myself, they will be here soon.

Kokchurong

A few minutes and a few yaks later, thank goodness, I see them. I am relieved. Trekking is as much an individual challenge as it is a team effort. You can only trek as fast as the slowest person. We pick up again and move on. It is a long and steep climb down to Prek Chu River requiring focus. We descend over big rocks and windy corridors. I have learned that where there is a descent, there will soon be an ascent. We reach Kokchurong. 

It turns out that we have missed Ravi. We rest, have some water and snacks, take a few photos, and get ready to move when Ravi shows up. He has gone to Thansing, left his pack, and has come back to meet us. We get going again. We cross the river over a bridge and begin the next section of our trek.

It will be a shorter hike, but it will be a little more challenging. We will be trekking through oversized ancient boulders, and a misty forest of trees tall like skyscrapers, or maybe they just seem that way. I feel like I am in a magical Himalayan forest. It is another world indeed.

It is a tiring trek up to Thansing over many rocks of various sizes. It is cool and damp here, but we stay warm from the effort. I get a headache and try to remember where I may have put my medicine. I have to take my pack off and search through all the pockets. Frustrating. Finally, found it. Strap the pack back on, and get going again.

The "mammoth" boulder

A boulder draped in brown moss welcomes us to Thansing. It looks like a mammoth to me. It is much taller than I am. We make our way to the wooden hut where we’ll be spending the night, and unload our things. The six of us will be sharing one room. There are other rooms in this hut, and other trekkers are staying here. There isn’t much to do except hang out. It is cloudy and chilly, and you have to keep moving to stay warm. We have a nice close up view of Mount Pandim from this location.

Mt Pandim from Thansing

Some of us are attracted to the kitchen which is in a nearby hut. The cooks have started a fire. We huddle around and warm up. The smoke permeates our clothing. It is nice to get the chill out. After dinner, we get ready for bed and get all wrapped up in our sleeping bags. The night is chilly. Tomorrow, we head for Lamuney, our last camp before we hike up to Goecha La – the highest point and the highlight of the trek.

Next: Lamuney – Goecha La – Thansing

My Himalayan Trekking Adventure: Dzongri – A day of rest

Today is Friday, May 9, 2014. It is the third day of our trek. We have reached Dzongri. Altitude: 3,950m or 13,000ft. The campground is wide open, set amid some hills. The soil is dry and grayish-brown. There is a trekker’s hut behind our tents where other trekkers are spending the night, but we are staying in our tents.

Today is a day of rest. My body is a little stiff, and I am so happy that we won't be trekking today. Ravi isn't. He wants to be on the go. I stay in the tent for most of the day. The day is cloudy with some sunshine. It is foggy at times. When the sun comes out, I take off my socks to warm my feet. I doze in and out for most of the day. Ravi peeks in and says, don’t sleep. No, no, I’m not sleeping. Just resting my eyes.

I come out of the tent and take a little hike for some privacy. I pass by some mules grazing lazily. The trees here are more stout than tall, and there is more shrubbery – a sign of high altitude. I walk along a bubbling stream and admire little Himalayan flowers, and shorter in stature magnolia trees. I notice some trash amid shrubbery, a sign of humans. There aren’t any trash cans (or dust bins, as they are called here) along the trek, so I am used to the idea of carrying my own trash now. I see unknown-to-me mountains in the distance.

I return to the tent and try to recall the events of the trek so far. So much has happened. I listen to bells jingling in the distance as mules walk back and forth. They make me sleepy. I notice a black sheep scoping out the grounds. A mule comes by our tent and snacks on some paper. The yaks return with the yakman and are resting now not too far from our tents. I too am resting.

Around 4:30 p.m., Ravi takes me for a little hike up Dzongri top. I am so lazy today, but I am here only once and I must go. We are going to try and view the sunset. We get to the top and we see our campground off in the distance. It looks so small from here. Winds are strong. Clouds roll in and out, bringing a little drizzle. We won’t be seeing the sunset.

Ravi on Dzongri Top

On every mountain top along the trek, there is a prayer shrine decorated with Tibetan prayer flags. I love the bright colored prayer flags and how they flutter in the wind. There is a shrine here too and Ravi makes his prayer. I ask him what he prayed for. He says, we’re not supposed to say, but I prayed for something good.

We are closer to heaven here. I feel so little in the presence of these tall, dignified mountains. Peace is solemn and overwhelming, more so than any church I have ever been to. The winds carry on. I feel grateful that I could be here at this moment. I send my own prayer off with the winds.

Tenzing Khang from Dzongri Top

We return to the campground, and I try to prepare myself mentally for tomorrow. I have a dull ache in my knee, and I decide that I will wrap it in the morning with some athletic tape. I ask Ravi if I could wash my hair. He looks at me as if to say, be serious. No, it’s too cold. My head wrap will stay on for the remainder of the trek.

Next: Dzongri – Kokchurong – Thansing

My Himalayan Trekking Adventure: Deorali Top – If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere

The weight of my pack is too much for me. Ravi has a full load himself. His pack probably weighs 3 times as much as my 10 kg pack. He takes half of my load. We continue on. I am grateful for some short stretches which are relatively flat although the ground itself is uneven and I have to stay alert.

We have just left Phedang. Next, we must climb over Deorali in order to get to Dzongri where we will camp for the night. Some elevations for comparison (from secondary and tertiary sources):

Chicago	176m (579ft)
Delhi	216m (709ft)
Bengaluru	920m (3,020ft)
Yuksom	1,780m (5,840ft)
Phedang	3,650m (12,000ft)
Deorali Top	4,100m (13,500ft)
Goecha La (1st viewpt)	4,600m (15,100ft)
Everest (N) Base Camp	5,150m (16,900ft)

Elevation of 1,500–3,500m (4,900–11,500ft) is considered high altitude. Every little increase in altitude makes it so much more difficult for the body to perform. This is my second day in high altitude. Everyone’s body is different and it may take days for it to adjust to functioning on less oxygen. This little hill will push my limits.

I feel like I am moving in slow motion. I am. Ravi is a few steps ahead of me most of the time. I consider if turning around is an option. No, I am too tired to keep going at all. Up or down. Might as well keep going up. I could die here. We are too far from civilization if I needed urgent care. I have to do this. No one else will do this for me. I am doing this. I am.

And thus the name of my blog: I say I am. Despite what others may say - including my own doubt and fear that I can't, that I won't, or that I'm not - I say I am. I move so slowly. I stop every 2 minutes to catch my breath. Everything is heavy. There is suffocating pressure on my chest. If only I could come out of my body. It's holding me back. 

I have to sit and rest every 20 minutes. Every 10 minutes. I don’t move very far in 10 minutes. When will this awful incline end. It is sandy, stony, grey. Shrubbery here and there. No more trees. I could be on the moon. Ravi is a few steps ahead of me. At my rate, he is a million miles away. He says, come on, let's go. I'm too wiped out to feel the irritation I usually feel when I hear him say, let's go.

I am sitting on a jagged stone. More like leaning against it so that it holds up the weight of my pack. Waiting for my breath to slow down. I look at Ravi. Yeah, I know, I see you. I will move when it's humanly possible for me. But my breath never quite recovers. 2 minutes. I can’t sit here more than 2 minutes. I know what the rush is. The sun is setting. It is dusk. Hard to see now. It will be completely dark before we reach Dzongri. We will have to maneuver our way through the dark. I know this, but I can't move any faster.

I sit on this stone thinking about that Bengali tiger a coworker joked about. I could be eaten alive right now. No, maybe a bear. Ravi says Phedang is known for Himalayan bears. Or maybe a vulture. I look at the sky to see if anything of the sort might have its eye on me. I have absolutely no extra strength at this moment. I can't run. I am barely sitting up. To die by suffocation. Helpless. I can't keep sitting. My breath will not recover quickly enough for this. It will be dark soon. I move.

I reach the top. We have to put our headlamps on. I make a note to myself to bring a more robust lamp next time. We walk silently. Complete darkness surrounds us. The path is level now. I see . . . light. Ravi sees it too. Someone is coming our way. Who is it? It is our cook. He meets us. He was worried about us and has come looking for us. Ravi asks the cook to take my pack from me. He takes it from me and puts it on one shoulder like it’s a feather. I am too drained to have any type of reaction to this.

I am walking. Or am I floating. I could be a ghost. We reach the camp at 6:30 p.m. I see our tents are up. I am so grateful. I climb into the tent, take my boots off, and lie down in a fetal position and rest my head on my pack. Ravi comes by in a few minutes and says you have to eat. What? I am resting now. The cook comes over with dinner. I prop myself up and eat, but I really don't have much of an appetite right now.

I have to take my sleeping bag out. Everything is a chore. Pee. I have to pee. I don’t know these grounds. It is so wide open here. I go straight ahead in the middle of an open field and turn off my headlamp. I return to the tent and fall asleep for a few hours. I have to pee again. I feel a little rested. I unzip the tent and I see a full moon. Wow. So still and silent. I almost don’t need the headlamp. I return to the tent and fall asleep again.

Next: Dzongri – A day of rest.

My Himalayan Trekking Adventure: Ha, and you thought the first day was tough!

I feel the sun rising and I wake up early. I am tired of sliding down all night due to the incline we’re on, and I can’t wait to get out of my sleeping bag. It feels really damp in the tent, too. I put on my boots and go up a hill behind some trees and shrubbery for some privacy. I come down and look at the view.

View from Bakhim toward Yuksom

This is one of the moments I remember very clearly. I am in a different world. It feels sacred. Silent. No cars. No airplanes. Even no people. Everyone is still asleep, except for an owl that was hoo-hoo hooting all night. She is keeping me company. We came this way. Hill after hill after hill. I enjoy this moment so much. The sun feels good, slowly drying the dampness out of me.

Bakhim campground

I see our cook is up and he sees me on the hill. People start to wake and stir. I see Ravi and he sees me and smiles. There are more trekkers who are staying inside the trekkers hut. We camped outside, next to the hut. Now, there is more foot traffic as people look for toilet privacy, that is, a good tree, or shrubbery in my case.

We take our things out of the tents and lay them out to dry. Everything feels damp. We eat breakfast, wash the dishes, pack up, and it’s time to get going again. It is 9:30 a.m. My body feels fine, but I’m not enjoying the weight of the backpack. Up. It’s the only way.

Today will be a long day. Although the distance we cover will be short, just 10km (6mi), we will make significant gains in altitude. From Bakhim (2,750m, 9,022ft), we will trek through Tsokha (2,900m, 9,500ft) through Phedang (3,650m, 12,000ft) over the Deorali Top (4,100m, 13,500ft) to Dzongri (3,950m, 13,000ft).

Tsokha

We make it to Tsokha within a couple of hours. Tsokha used to be a settlement for Tibetan refugees. It is silent and misty. This is the last village on this trek. It is cloudy or perhaps we are in the clouds. We rest at a wooden hut for a few minutes. I take a break from my backpack, have some water, and snack on some biscuits. And before long, it’s time to go again. Up. The village dog follows us for some distance.

Tsokha toward Phedang

Tsokha to Phedang is a longer stretch. It is getting tougher or maybe I am just getting tired. I am sweaty from the effort. Stopping for longer than a couple of minutes gives me a chill though. It is damp and cool. Must keep moving. I move much slower than Ravi. Often, I hear him urge me on very nicely, let’s go. I want to take breaks. Reluctantly, he agrees. The path is rocky and uneven, and, on occasion, very steep. I make a mental note to myself, next time bring only half the things.

Phedang seems so far away. We hear people ahead of us. They are up above. Have we reached Phedang?! No, it is only a clearing where a couple trekkers are taking a short break. We ask them how far to Phedang. We are only halfway there. I want to rest longer, but I know we can’t. I bite my tongue and keep moving.

While I was preparing for the trek, I remember reading about high altitude sickness and how, on the way to Dzongri, a girl got sick and had to descend to lower altitude. This was in the back of my mind all along as I was trekking, and I was continually monitoring myself for any signs: headache, dizziness, nausea and vomiting.

We take another break. Several mules and a couple porters are returning from Phedang. They are coming down the rocky path as we make our way up. One mule stops, and absolutely refuses to move. The porter tries to get the mule to go, but the mule is not having it. The porter says the mule has high altitude sickness. I understand. If it were me, I also would not move. The porter gives up and continues on, leaving the mule behind. These animals know the route inside and out. He will be ok. We must get going.

As we approach Phedang, the rocky, uneven path is so steep. It could be a wall. I am exaggerating, but it is hard work getting there. Slow, careful, and deliberate. I am relying on my walking sticks a lot, which Ravi let me borrow for the duration of the trek. They are a life saver. At last, we reach Phedang. A small trekkers hut is here. It is empty at the moment. Some candy wrappers are left behind, a sign of people who must have left not too long ago.

It is definitely much cooler here. No sun. Damp. I take my pack off.  It feels nice to give my shoulders a break. We have lunch. I am starting to get cold. I try to convince Ravi that we should spend the night here. I feel like I’ve exhausted all my energy reserves. My pack feels like a ton of bricks. No. We can’t stay here. Our gear is on our yaks and they are headed for Dzongri. We have to get going again. It is already mid-afternoon and we are still far from Dzongri. I put my pack on, and in a few steps, I can’t. I tell Ravi, I can’t. It is too heavy. It is my turn to play the mule.

Next: Deorali Top – If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere.