To pour down these words, it took me longer than I thought it would to make it in unerring piles of letter directly from my heart in one piece because those beautiful souvenir I took from my traveling and those places couldn’t be expressed in content manner, cause perceiving upon blunder thoughts I can therefore make sure that not only it was a trip or trek that we did while following our common interest, it was something only the word beauty or beyond could make it forth to clarify my unconventional adventure where we unexpectedly stumbled upon and amazingly caught with sheer luck of perfect timing for the need of the journey matching over to make a great memory . I hope someday I could again befell upon such blissful phase with my loved ones.
On Wednesday, November 27, 2013
We marched at dawn nearly at 8 o’clock am for the bus Syabrubesi and reached at 1:48 pm. Having roller coastered by the local bus followed by some breath taking roads on the way, we booked our place for the night and decided to leave at morning and for the time being, we decided to chill and explore Syabrubesi where we found more hotels and shops as it was installed for the tourism or tourist. Therefore we managed to find snooker house and gave a shot. But hardly I could hit a ball then certainly it had to come out off interest. I enjoyed clicking photos rather than playing.
Thursday, November 28, Morning
We vigorously began our journey to Kyanjin Gompa as it takes 10 days precisely reaching and returning where depends on the trekking. We then forth to fill our famished heart, solicited in every steps. What couldn’t amazed us; coming from cooped up and caged pavements. A bridge to complete the perpetual walk, rivers to sooth the eyes and woods to enhance the tremendous walk. I rarely felt what is real. Fantasies were blooming, imagination were invited in possible manner and it defines that such frivolous thoughts doesn’t dissipate. After 3 hours, we reached bamboo and decided to mark our stay for the feeding before we fell from appetite. As so there was enormous waterfall falling in aside which was the best therapy and for resting our bones. It was like the nature was playing the peaceful symphony and I am its victim. Blessed! Bamboo was installed in between woods and river. Perfect!
At dusk, after dancing and playing friends with the wilderness. We invaded Lama Hotel for the night to escape beat up vessel and stretched skin. But none could ever complain cause before reaching it, we never imagined to befell upon such untouched beauty..Untold paradise. So many texture of bliss in one steps. It was too unreal, rivers all along the way, trees at our shade, hills and stones with announced claims and unseen company with their fouls play. Lama hotel was about 3 hour far from bamboo hotel in the hill side.
Friday, November 28, It was only the start for the joy we touched, there was something more. See there was everything I could ever find, an adventure in suspense, a journey itself dipped in hungry story and the land was promising with the figures of art. Cause the art is enigmatic, elusive, yet amazing in unknown field. The arts are dipped in secrets avoiding the invaders. Cause the jewel that art hides should only be given to the one who unfolds and understands the value. Then with unchewed and revived soul where everywhere seemed offer, we perpetually piled up to its texture. We were prisoner of its air. After 7 hours, we then reached our second last destination Langtang. After repeatedly getting pounded by the mountains screen we were now walking face to face with those perfect definition of natural beauty..The mountains and the hills. Reflecting the biggest gift of nature. To be amazed was small thing there. So we agreed to steady our hearts and please our tired bones to rest. Where we realized it was the part of wind to play there. Oh, yes! it was windy place. I thought 5 year old kid would be easily flying at night if he would be caught upon such windy night and not to talk about how nature was alive at one piece because certainly technology couldn’t take place in those heights. No Network, No battery, No Communication with the lavishment of the world. It was in the wild, my soul danced and the bones sang to its beat as if this vessel was made to pour in this virginity place from the first. I got its hunch, I understood the rhythm and I flowed with it. I was free.
Saturday, November 30, Morning, Setting a new motion to breathe and we marched to our last destination, Kyanjim Gompa to see glacier line. We came across on sharpest horn we have ever seen. It was wild yak. They loved salts. It is also said that the yak of the langtang do not eat the grass where humans foots are touched. They live in unity and mostly they do not interfere as long as their babies are in danger. We knew this because while leading the way there were yaks and their kids and suddenly they turned furious cause they might thought we would harm them and because of that our partners ran down the hills. Haha . Then after 4 hours, we met our fate. Our last destination, Kyanjin Gompa. Anywhere, everywhere our eyes groomed by the glaciers. While temperature lowering down in every steps, we were at the height of 3870 m above. Nothing was supposed to be real, nothing. Only our sceptical thoughts. And the coldness reaching our lungs. Then while returning the rivers we crossed were frozen and came back breaking them. Haha! Again to city.