Above: Sunset over the Annapurna Mountain range viewed from Poon Hill
Friday 25th November 1983
We had our usual breakfast of porridge before setting off at 08:00 hrs. We wended our way along a winding, undulating mountain track by the side of a fair-sized river cascading downhill, in the opposite direction to our travel.
The path was thick with the usual donkey trains and locals with colossal packs on their bowed backs. We passed a cavalcade of elderly Scandinavians going towards Birethanti, but thankfully, we saw no other Westerners.
At one point we encountered a pair of obnoxious beggars as we came down to follow the riverbed into Baajgara where we stopped for tea. The next stretch took us further along the valley and predominantly went upwards. We overtook many familiar soaps who seemed “all in” (exhausted). We came to a small settlement and crossed a crude hanging bridge where the path began to ascend very steeply.
Then followed an arduous slog up a never-ending Jacobs’ Ladder of rocky steps. We climbed about 3,000 feet without pausing and overtook two Reinhold Messner look-alikes in the process. Reinhold Andreas Messner (born 17 September 1944) is an Italian mountaineer, explorer, and author. He made the first solo ascent of Mount Everest and, along with Peter Habeler, the first ascent of Everest without supplemental oxygen.
It was by far the hardest bit so far, each bend revealing a further flight of steep uneven steps. Eventually we staggered around a bend into Ulleri and a much welcome tea shop. Ulleri (2020 metres) is a stopping point located about 400 metres above the Bhurundi Khola. The village offers trekkers the first views or last views, depending on direction, of Annapurna South.
We stumbled onto the benches and replaced our sweat with tea and sundries. Prices increase with altitude here and George ran up a 16 Nepalese Rupee bill with Coca Cola and biscuits. Mine was only 6 Rs. as I stuck to tea. Little kids crammed rice and revolting lumps of gristle into their maws, which mingled with the snot running from their noses. Charming!
We set off again up a gentler uphill slope unhindered by donkey trains and children asking for pens along the route. “Nameste pen”, they chanted, holding out their grubby little paws. Namaste is used as a respectful form of greeting, acknowledging, and welcoming a relative, guest or stranger.
We passed several cafes run by ex-British Army Ghurkhas. One, an ex-para (Parachute Regiment) run joint, sported a picture of troops being despatched by parachute from a C-130 Hercules aircraft. At 12:30 hrs. we came into another small settlement and decided that a tea break wouldn’t go amiss, as again, we were well ahead of our projected schedule.
Coming up the steps the fish tail mountain and another pure white peak had crept into view above the nearer wooded hills. We supped our tea as donkeys and porters continued to pass and a couple of local blokes in British Army tropical camouflage appeared, evidently Ghurkhas.
The next stage was a rocky undulating path through the bush. A river carved a deep valley through the wooded slopes, dropping in waterfalls that formed clear, inviting pools. The track crossed and recrossed the stream on several simple bridges. It was nice to see quite a few elderly couples on the trail as well as porters, many of whom were carrying crates of soft drinks.
We came out of the shadow of the woods and stopped again for tea. We made our last push up through the woods again and gained Ghorepani at 9,300 feet in an hour. The place used to be a rest stop where ancient traders found water (pani in Nepali) for their horses (ghora in Nepali), thus leading to the nomenclature Ghorepani.
We booked into Holiday Lodge which boasted a fire and a hot bath (open air tub). We steamed in for 2 Nepalese Rupees a bed and chatted to the ex-British Army Ghurkha proprietor as he cooked our lunch on an open fire.
We were delighted by the rugged simplicity of the lodge with it’s open cooking fire. Our host kicked out the chickens as we put away eggs and vegetable fried rice with tomato sauce, followed by rice pudding for dessert, washed down with raksi rice wine.
From the lodge we set off on an abortive climb up the Jomsom Trail, mistakenly thinking that it was the track to Poon Hill. On the way back we discovered the correct track and struck out for the summit. Poon Hill पून हिल is a unique Hill station overlooking the Annapurna Massif range and Dhaulagiri mountain range, located on border of Myagdi District and Kaski District in Gandaki Pradesh of Nepal. This lookout is the key viewpoint in the Ghorepani Poon Hill trek, and observes beautiful mountain peaks, fog and valleys.
We battled, laboured, and panted in the rarefied air as we fought our way up passed the 10,000 Foot mark. There was a tower on top (3,210 metres or 10,530 feet) which we clambered up to. It already contained two Yanks and two Germans who were snapping away wildly in order to record the sunset for posterity.
Dhaulagiri (26,795 feet), The Annapurna Range (Annapurna I is 26,545 feet) and Machhapuchhare (22,942 feet) were splendidly visible as the setting sun threw coloured shadows on their white faces. We clambered back down in near pitch darkness and installed ourselves around the tin fire in the lodge dormitory.
In the dim smoky interior a few of the local lads lit up fags, flourishing them with bravado and began to play cards while George and I made a determined assault on the owners raksi stock. We got quite merry on the stuff and wished that all of the Hounslow Swagmen were here with us to share the moment. The rice spirit tasted like diluted whisky and had the same effect, aided by the high altitude.
An excellent day, and one for the Swagman annals. We bedded down near the fire under two quilts each as the biting cold crept into the valley. A pre-bed piss in the outdoor toilet revealed a spectacular night sky with probably every star and galaxy visible.