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October 1997 - The 'Shipton/Tilman' Route - Day 15 - October 25


                   Waiting for the convoy to set off from Joshimath

Saturday 25 October

Dogs barking and early morning activity outside slightly curtails sleep, but the earplugs still in my box from the recent Skye trip work well. Nevertheless, I'm up before the alarm and packed up and ready to leave at 7:15. Most of my weight is left behind and my sleeping bag, gilet and Thermarest easily fit into Julia's bag in exchange for her 'excess' being put in my bag and left in the hotel until we return.

We've also left the medical box - a weighty thing never used, and a few of John and Richard's things.

Breakfast is a bit late but quite efficient - omelettes and toast, with extra toast and jam, and the usual copious quantities of tea.

A map is produced. (Maybe one of Ian Inch's.)

From the hotel there are good views down the Alaknanda River valley, and up the hill to the town (Joshimath) - corrugated iron roofed houses, trees, rock outcrops, and waterfalls. Below the hotel haystacks dry on roofs, and a sweet shop's stove flares as breakfast is cooked. The gaping jagged walls of a collapsing but still used building stand (just about) directly below my window.

Anil and Vicram arrive as planned and the bill is paid. It's a beautiful clear, sunny day. We are soon in a queue for the 'gate' to the Govind Ghat road, which is so bad that traffic is let onto it in convoys in an attempt at a sort of one-way system. We queue for 20 minutes or so for the 9 o'clock gate. Some have more tea and buy books, tapes and cards. Beggars abound, one refusing 5 rupees and demanding 50! He got nothing. I buy a book on the area and culture (20 Rup) and finally find some postcards - two packs of 10 for 5 rupees a pack. Each card costs 0.8 pence! They are a bit flimsy but were the last in the shop.

The convoy leaves promptly at 9am and Vicram guides us forcefully but carefully (I think) along precipitous roads deep down to the river valley then steadily up to Govind Ghat (1828 metres) [Joshimath is 1875 metres]. The 15km drive takes 40 minutes and leads us up the spectacularly narrow gash created by the higher reaches of the Alaknanda.

We get out to find 8 Nepalese porters efficiently loading the cooking gear and provisions, including a huge heavy sack of vegetables. We are going vegetarian for this two night trek as it is to a religious centre where Hindu pilgrims congregate. We respect their vegetarianism. Last year's trek report refers to the 'B’ team, but our porters quickly grab our three bags and set off before us at 10am. They are definitely 'B plus', if not 'A', and should be perfectly adequate.

We follow, and Richard and I quickly revert to shorts on this lovely warm day.


                                  On the trek above Govind Ghat

The porters are overtaken, but we soon congregate for tea at a small village - Puhna.

It is clear why we have been unable to hire ponies - they all seem to be engaged in bringing the potato crop down from the fields to the roadhead.


                                         Views from the path to Gangaria

Continuing along the well engineered wide stone path we have long since left the sound of blaring horns behind. This is the 'close season' and pilgrims no longer wander the path. It is steep but well graded and I am soon walking with Anil, who wants to go ahead to arrange accommodation. 


                         Waterfalls cascade across the path

We pass lots of detritus - plastic, water bottles, Fanta bottles, etc, etc, left as the various stores offering refreshments have been abandoned for the winter. 

Their frames remain, together with the rubbish, which is only rarely removed by determined trekkers, until next season when everything will be rebuilt. 

The mess is not as bad as I expected after reading the report on last year's trek, and the walk up this magnificent steep sided valley is most enjoyable. The autumn colours in the woods are lovely. Tits and redstarts are present, and the ubiquitous langur apes, as well as small wren like birds.

We are in the Bhuinder Gorge heading for Ghangaria (3048 metres) and the Valley of the Flowers. We pass by a second village and stop for lunch, after which Anil bombs on to arrange accommodation. I enjoy the continuing ascent at a steady pace and arrive in Ghangaria at 2pm. Anil worriedly shows me a room with four beds filling one half, a carpet, a (dubious looking) toilet, and a chest which can be used as a table. A bit like a small camping barn. There is a less salubrious room next door which Anil, Pawan and Bagwan (whose real name is spelt Bhawan - pronounced Bagwan) will use for cooking and sleeping. I pronounce the accommodation perfectly satisfactory - it even has mattresses, and we adjourn for chai nearby. We are staying on the first floor of a building under construction. Our room has been quickly cleaned, and beds and mattresses organised. There are piles and sacks of building material on a sort of balcony, and we reach our room by climbing a ladder and making our way across various piles of rubble. Hard core in the kitchen has been hastily covered with an old carpet.

By 3pm Pawan and Bagwan have arrived. I decide there is time to visit the Valley of the Flowers rather than hang around in Ghangaria. Ghangaria is a shanty town, now out of season and closed, for Sikh and Hindi pilgrims. There is a mish mash of concrete and corrugated iron to accommodate these pilgrims. One of the Sikh rest houses looks like a several storey prison - bars everywhere. There are no planning rules and the whole place has the air of a disorganised building site.

I head up a concreted (where the piles of gravel have been utilised) stone path. Soon (10 minutes) a river is reached. The bridge has gone so I leap across stones. I'm now on the usual 5ft wide stone path - very well engineered - like that before Ghangaria. I branch off left whilst another path leads off up a zigzag path above a lovely large waterfall to Hem Kund, a religious place situated at 4329 metres.

The path continues steeply up the gorge, across a rickety iron bridge, before levelling out and then rising steeply before reaching a substantial stream. At this point the whole of the Valley of Flowers is in sight. It has taken an hour from Ghangaria and I'm now at 3658 metres. The valley is 5 km long and 2 km wide - the narrow gorge having opened out into this lovely valley. At the far end a glacier is just in sight, but the usual afternoon cloud has come down and it is mostly glacial moraine which is in view. Not a flower in sight, but lots of different browns, and the autumn colours in the gorge are splendid.


                                              Later, I found a flower!

Rosehips, redstarts, wrens, green tits - are all abundant. I linger for a 20-minute biscuit stop before returning to Ghangaria to find that the others have just arrived (4:30). I was down at 5:15 and cheese pakora and tea is being served. Delicious.


                                      Returning to Ghangaria in late afternoon

Everyone agrees the room is fine, and we settle down to another lovely Indian meal and a chat over a glass of vodka.

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