Larke Pass: The Beauty of Trek To Manaslu {A Visit Exprience}
Larke Pass :The Manaslu Mountain
Larke Pass: The Start of Journey
Larke Pass, We reached Arughat via Abu Khaireni and Gorkha Bazaar. The syndicate seemed to be on a marijuana route, the passengers did not follow their plan, the vehicles were mixed to suit Sahu. The bus that had to bend down would take us to Arughat on the evening of the first day. A team of three of us set out from Sotikhola in the morning. On the steep path where the stones keep falling, the mind also falls from the body from time to time. After reaching Lapurbesi in four hours, Chan’s breath returned. We stayed at Machakhola a little further on.
As I was going up and down the banks of Budhigand, I could see the river below. The settlements and hills devastated by landslides in the vicinity were boring from the very beginning. Before reaching the world, a 195-meter-long suspension-like bridge had to be cut on a hill (see photo). The pleasure of cutting such a bridge, which was built for the first time in Nepal, was different. However, it was built with the help of the British government after the landslide damaged the road in the last earthquake.
The view from Jagat’s hotel finally started to look a bit beautiful. At noon we reached Kodobari, a small village with a health post. While walking on the remote road, I was afraid of what would happen if I had an accident. I don’t know what kind of facility that health post would provide, but when I saw it, my mind got some support. In terms of altitude, the film is only 1,600 meters. Even while traveling on the fourth day, our journey, which started at an altitude of 500 meters, did not reach much altitude. Sweat soaked my life. We started carrying sticks only from there. When Deng arrived, it was already dusk.
We took an altitude of about 2,400 meters from 1,600 meters and fell to 1,800 again. Pratik Regmi used to fight alone from time to time. They said, “When will this lake reach five thousand meters?” I was forgetting the people I met on the trip, their stories. Gurungani met Didi in a small tea shop. She lost her husband two years ago. Her pain was due to her refusing to accept my tea money. Probably due to his sincerity, Dhendo was very tasty that day.
There was a dense forest between Ghap and Namrung. Namrung is a tired village. While eating at the Thakali Hotel in Kathmandu, we saw the decorated houses and decorated dishes in their own village. Thakali is a culture of hospitality in their blood. Lho village, where there were stone houses, monasteries and chaityas.
Kodo, maize, flat fields where fapar is grown, lure of fallen apple trees. Manoj Bhandari, who had been joking before, added a gleam to his face and said, “What is the price of land here?”
Because of the high altitude, some travelers try to adjust their height. But, we reached there in the afternoon and after eating we reached Samagaun Upatyaka. Many herds of thieves and horses were seen in Samagaun. There was a football competition going on.
Samagaun at the foot of Manaslu is a beautiful example of Himalayan civilization. There we ate curd, potato m: m. From there, the road to Manaslu base camp or Virendratal is diverted. We had to reach Larkepass. For which we felt compelled. We reached Samdo in three hours by climbing Samdo Himal on the right side. On that day, we tried to reach Dharamshala, which is considered as the base camp of Larkepass. This was the most difficult and enjoyable moment of the journey.
For the last two days, we had dared to reach an altitude of about a thousand meters a day. Exhausted, I reached Dharamshala in the evening. We thought we would go straight to bed. However, the only hotel there was in full tents. That too is full. Thankfully, the last one tent fell on our lap. When it got cold in the tent and reached the stone kitchen, a crowd of people were waiting for food. Larke Pass, we ate the most expensive food of the trip. The dream of spending the night watching the stars by pitching a tent by the side of the mountain was fulfilled.
The next day, just before sunrise, the laskars reached Larke Pass. When I saw the supernatural scenery around me with the light of the sun, I thought this is heaven. When I reached Larkepass, I also felt like I had reached the top of the mountain. The lens of my camera was helpless in front of the beautiful view seen from the pass. I was so happy that another mind said, the memories in the mind are also valuable, where is the memory of everything in the object? From there, we reduced the height to Bhimtang of Manang in the evening.
From Larke Pass mountains could be seen all around. The next day, I was in a hurry to reach home by jeep from Dharapani to Besisahar. However, the memory of the nine-day journey could not leave.
