Monday 22 November
A Walk to Nagarkot
Itinerary: DAY 22 Depart Kathmandu (Tour ends - Monday) Transfer to the airport for homeward bound
flight.
[Diarist: Sue]
A 5:30am wake up
call ensured we were downstairs by 5:45 to say goodbye to Mark, Mary and Lindy,
who are flying home today.
After breakfast,
the remaining three of us loaded our day sacs into the bus for the hour's
journey to Dhulikhal. Traffic was fairly quiet leaving at 7am on the slightly
misty morning. Finally, suburban sights were replaced by terracing, farm
buildings, and haystacks.
We are accompanied
by Mahesh, and would have had difficulty route finding if on our own. Climbing
a track at first, this soon dwindled to a narrow path, contouring between
terraced fields. As we rose, the mist and the noise of the road were left
behind. Bird song, and the ring of Mahesh's phone replaced the toots. Pretty
pink flowers filled some fields, and the sun shone.
After one ridge we
dropped into a small village, where a line of school children stood in blue
uniforms with their teacher. Their faces lit up, and they didn't cry out for
"One pen" or "School pen".
Hay was drying in
trees and there were stacks of corn outside houses. Women seemed to be happy
working in the fields.
Another pine
covered hilltop was crested and a steep and potentially slippery descent was
negotiated before a stop on a broad ridge at about 1700 metres.
The Radisson lunch
box provided a snack in the hot sun. Then, more climbing through pine trees
with a brown autumnal hue, sometimes quite steeply, to reach a dirt road at the
top, just over 2000 metres. Not only did this provide more level walking, but
lovely views to the Himalayan mountains to the north.
The only traffic
was tractors loaded with sacks of potatoes. Some distance later, after
this shady section, was an open col, with a shack one side and around ten men
from the Nepalese army lounging on the grass, rifles in hand. Three goats sat
around, one happily eating a chain of marigold heads. They made short work of
our banana skins too. Seated on benches, we ate lunch, while lemon tea was
prepared inside the shack. Children stared and three lads turned up carrying a
piece of heavy machinery.
More climbing after
lunch, through green woods, to a viewpoint. By now, clouds had completely
obscured any snowy mountains so we just watched the antics of others climbing
to the lookout tower. A glimpse of Everest can be seen from here on a clear
day.
It was metalled
road from here on, past army barracks and checkpoints, to the village of Nagarkot.
High on a ridge, views are excellent. Our destination - the Fort Resort,
at the end of the ridge up a steep hill! It is a red brick building with stone
and wood carving around the windows, and has a terrace lined with pots of
marigolds and other plants.
Here was the first
rain of the trip, a short but sharp shower. Having finished walking around 2:30pm,
we enjoyed beers in the dining room until 4 ish, chatting with Mahesh. Then,
hot showers and a chance to catch up with the diary, along with a short doze
under the duvet.
There were only
another six or so people in the chilly restaurant, but we had a very nice
dinner of soup and curries. Mahesh joined us for a beer, but ate his dinner
somewhere else. We had offered to buy his dinner, but the etiquette seems to
dictate that he eats differently and has a different type of room - probably of
a 'dorm' type.
We introduced
Mahesh to Uno and played a few rounds with him under Martin's watchful eye. He
came second! He also told us about his wife, 'by an 'arrangement' and children
- twins aged four and a half, and a two year-old. Whilst we played, hot water bottles
were put in our beds, as there's no heating, and we headed for bed soon after
8:30pm.
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