Night Vision Binoculars

Lost your destination to find the way

My whole life is summed up with this phrase: "Oh my God, I did not know what I could find in it!" This is particularly true for the definition of a new adventure. Requires an adventure beyond your limits and your expertise known.

I wanted to try something different if I could choose a trek in Nepal. There are three main areas that the Kingdom of Nepal offers foreigners stray. The most famous is "AnnapurnaTrek "in western Nepal, Central. It 'incredible of all reports. The second most common is the" Everest Base Camp Trek. "Of course I go to Everest is a romantic charm. The last is a little known and rarely traveled path in Tibet called" Long Tang.

Long Tang, a Himalayan valley through small towns and winding that leads to a mysterious old Kudzon Gompa Monastery at 12,000 feet, on the border with Tibet. Hmmmm, sounds appealing. I'm proud of myself for "going native" and try to Ver –Short of ending up in an accident on the road. Sometimes I feel a bit 'too successful in this.

Kirsten my friend and I bought a card on a long hike shop in Kathmandu, and tried to develop a plan. It seems there were some very remote and roads untraveled also in Long Tang (an area approved trekking). We would like to start a small village called Dhunche. It seems that some streets in this small village head Himalayan rocky road back to the Tang Lang Khola(river) and follow it to the Tibetan border. Perfect!

Day One: Himalayan EXPRESS

We have a wreck taken from the local bus station Kathmandu dark (no more than a small hut) at 6 the next morning and began the slow tortuous accent from the mountains. This part of the trip was 12 hours of numerous police checkpoints (a look at our tour permits) and continue through a small dusty town.

The bus was a temple colorful mobile. On the cover is a paintingthe eyes of Buddha, mantra (sacred word), and the Hindu elephant god Ganesh. He has many qualities, but to protect the traveling public and the removal of barriers is its major strength. What's better for a coach? The driver had pictures of some Hindu saints Ramana Maharishi, Sai Baba, in addition to some deity of balance Laxsmi & Krishna.

We had some problems with a few too many people who have also brought their chickens, pigs and many other items from a shopping tour in Kathmandu ValleySpree. It 'was one of the scariest roads of the world: one lane, dirt, with 1000 foot drops two feet from the edge of the window without bars. If you can brave a peak, it was fascinating fields of rice terraces each tray. Prayer flags were hung small temple stupa sites in time for the top of each top round. It 'was a great opening in trusting your fate, when you have absolutely no control.

It was dark when we arrived in the Himalayan country Dhunche. TheThe bus driver was not obedient to our departure, in this small remote stop and made us a bit 'nervous. A cold shiver rippled the back of waiting if I drive my bus seat safety and leave the city, rock, after a guest for the evening to find.

We were the only passengers the city and its friendly inhabitants informed us one day (when you have finished building it) can make a house guess. Fortunately, the room bare concrete block in the pipeline haskind of futon bed with sheets and pillows hard as rock. We have a dollar to pay for it, and is painfully aware of the inability of our tools.

You can see that we were not the planners. There are spontaneous adventure. We have a pair of summer weight sleeping bags, shoes and a pair of thick wool sweater Jak had. My jacket was a surplus army and my backpack from a thrift shop. We were not directed against the mountain Olympic team that we will see later on the same track. We were only a fewpeople are aware of what type of equipment you would like to buy when they come back!

For some strange reason has to do a chimney houses Himalaya is not. Instead of keeping warm in winter, the room filled with smoke and strategically located holes in the side wall of smoke blowing. Is not very efficient and pleasant. Honestly, I can not do. Fantasized about bringing new technology in fire here again. What revolutionary vision!

Our room had no place, nofire or smoke, but they had already created the holes in the walls, so the night, icy wind and we could restore life to blow (almost dead). Needless to say, some fundamental innovation was necessary. We put on all the clothes we had and determined both sleeping bags over ourselves trying to keep warm. It was mid-November, and we were at a height of 6138 meters.

As night fell in all seriousness, it's dark. It was no ordinary darkness. It 'was a darker color. It 'was a darknessneed new words to describe the path of light. There was one, is not true, but with a lighted candle. Mountain people go to bed early, and 8 there was a pervasive silence and darkness. When we discovered the light bulb does not work.

It 'was a small flash and inexpensive trip somehow turned into my backpack, which drained the battery. I think you know the other side of spontaneity might call.

What to do? I thought we could get without a flashlight, untilhour later, when Kirsten had announced that he urinated. This room for improvisation cement was not in any way provide a toilet nearby. In fact, I believe that there was no one inside the building.

We never make our life wonderful welcoming the creativity of the mind and the mystical ability to moments of crisis. Kirsten bravely got out of bed and somehow found that I can only imagine must have been a paint can and mixing was not necessary. It 'was really a bit'miracle.

This cycle, we have a new official trekking plastic bottle, known as the Fed pee bottle. It 'was clearly more important then the torch and various other accessories unnecessary change. Even today, I doubt that it is presented by the REI camping shops, but I can assure all travelers experienced Himalayan women have a portable potty.

Continued for a couple of days …