How Tangsing looks like outside our tents.
Goche La. 5127 metres. Painful in summer. all but impossible in winter, when this area is covered with 5 feet of snow.
During "bird watching". I'm trying my best not to breathe in the millions of sandflies hovering around me.
Beautiful flowers in the village of Yuksom.
Taking a shortcut to Dragon hotel in the village of Yuksom.
Rurouni. Village of Yuksom.
King Cobra flowers.
On the way back from Goche La. The sacred lake we saw earlier in the day.
The moonscape of the Goche La region. The small stream has frozen over.
The way has many loose rocks and gravel. Precarious to step on and with a steep fall off the side if you are so lucky.
Me starting the journey back from the top of Goche La.
Our constant, enduring companions - the mountains
The shadows of the mountain peaks behind us (and also Elgin and me)
King Cobra flowers.
On the way back from Goche La. The sacred lake we saw earlier in the day.
The moonscape of the Goche La region. The small stream has frozen over.
The way has many loose rocks and gravel. Precarious to step on and with a steep fall off the side if you are so lucky.
Me starting the journey back from the top of Goche La.
Our constant, enduring companions - the mountains
The shadows of the mountain peaks behind us (and also Elgin and me)
Up close with the immense wall of rock
The first viewpoint before Goche La.
More alpine flowers.
On the way there, we encountered a great sand plain with towering rock flanking it. It could have been a scene out of Star Wars on Tattooine. We had a 200 m footrace on the way back across the plain. None of us won because we all couldn't complete it.
A sacred lake that we passed by at 330am in the morning on the hike to Goche La. Surreal. Like some kind of primordial soup. Notice the ground, dusted with frost.
We all decided to try out how Nepali porters carry their loads. Its actually quite efficient but the weight distribution is very different. You need neck tendons of steel.
As we get nearer to Goche La, the mountains get closer until they are right alongside us. I cannot convey to you the sense of immensity that there is. Indeed the mountains themselves play illusions and tricks on your mind. How can something so big fit into your vision?
Us taking a break while trekking.
The hike to La Muney.
Kanchenjunga range likes smoking. Snow drift off the top.
What a real yak in the wild looks like. A handsome beast, brown and white fur. I couldn't get too close in case it charged me. We passed it on the way to La Muney. It was frolicking and rolling in the grass.
La Muney. Cold as hell when it freezes over. The winds were like dogs beating at our tent doors.
Onward to La Muney.
This is Elgin's yak. He named it Onion, because it was carrying the onions. Elgin is Nepali.
This is Roger's yak. He chose for it to remain nameless (or if he named it he kept it to himself)
This is my Yak. I named him Gilgamesh, Destroyer of Worlds. Here, Gilgamesh the Destroyer enjoys a light moment.
What we do when we aren't eating, trekking or sleeping, or shitting.
Our guides enjoying the sun.
The view behind our tent at Tangsing.
The view inside our tent at Tangsing. There is just enough space for 3. You cannot turn over without jabbing someone. You have to turn on the spot.
The view outside our tent at Tangsing.
The first viewpoint before Goche La.
More alpine flowers.
On the way there, we encountered a great sand plain with towering rock flanking it. It could have been a scene out of Star Wars on Tattooine. We had a 200 m footrace on the way back across the plain. None of us won because we all couldn't complete it.
A sacred lake that we passed by at 330am in the morning on the hike to Goche La. Surreal. Like some kind of primordial soup. Notice the ground, dusted with frost.
We all decided to try out how Nepali porters carry their loads. Its actually quite efficient but the weight distribution is very different. You need neck tendons of steel.
As we get nearer to Goche La, the mountains get closer until they are right alongside us. I cannot convey to you the sense of immensity that there is. Indeed the mountains themselves play illusions and tricks on your mind. How can something so big fit into your vision?
Us taking a break while trekking.
The hike to La Muney.
Kanchenjunga range likes smoking. Snow drift off the top.
What a real yak in the wild looks like. A handsome beast, brown and white fur. I couldn't get too close in case it charged me. We passed it on the way to La Muney. It was frolicking and rolling in the grass.
La Muney. Cold as hell when it freezes over. The winds were like dogs beating at our tent doors.
Onward to La Muney.
This is Elgin's yak. He named it Onion, because it was carrying the onions. Elgin is Nepali.
This is Roger's yak. He chose for it to remain nameless (or if he named it he kept it to himself)
This is my Yak. I named him Gilgamesh, Destroyer of Worlds. Here, Gilgamesh the Destroyer enjoys a light moment.
What we do when we aren't eating, trekking or sleeping, or shitting.
Our guides enjoying the sun.
The view behind our tent at Tangsing.
The view inside our tent at Tangsing. There is just enough space for 3. You cannot turn over without jabbing someone. You have to turn on the spot.
The view outside our tent at Tangsing.
May 27, 2009 at 10:10:00 PM GMT+8
Wow! Thumbs up!
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