Nepal Family Trekking’s Best Shower in Bamboo: Day 6 to ABC

Okay, this article is about our 6th day of the Nepal family trekking. The route we were on was called the Annapurna Sanctuary route, and we were heading to Annapurna Base Camp. Typically, people took 7 to 10 days for this route, but we were all middle-aged, not extremely fit, and we had a 9-year-old boy who didn’t know how to walk on rocky paths without falling. So, the trekking company organized and scheduled a 14-day itinerary for us, and our guide, Mr. Ram, had been assisting us perfectly!

On the morning of the 6th day, the weather was lovely with no clouds, and the view of Chhomrong was also very nice. Normally, the weather in the mountains is changeable, but it really depends on the region or country. November is the dry season in Nepal, so there was almost no rain. However, in the evening, it became cloudy and foggy, making it difficult to see the mountains.

I had been thinking about Mr. Ram’s umbrella, which was stuck into his backpack. That morning, I decided to ask him about it. When I asked him, Mr Ram’s face was a bit confused, as if wondering why I was asking about his umbrella. ‘Of course, it’s for rain,’ he answered…..

‘RAIN?!’ I exclaimed in surprise. ‘We thought there would be no rain at all from November to December! I checked the weather data before we left!’

That’s right. That’s why we didn’t bring any rain jackets or gear for the rain… Then we noticed Mr Ram’s shocked expression when we told him we were unprepared for the rain. And I could almost read Mr Ram’s thoughts, ‘You’re telling me now…’ After a moment of pause, Mr. Ram finally said, ‘That’s okay. I have an idea if we have rain. I’ll get you some big garbage bags, hahaha.’ I really hoped we wouldn’t get rain….. anyway, move on.

The most of morning, it was clear and sunny, and we could see the beautiful mountain scenery. The photo captures the spectacular view at 7 am. In the right corner, the mountain peak is called Machapuchare, then local people call it ‘Fishtail’ because it looks like the tail of a fish. This mountain is sacred, so no one has climbed it before, and still no permit to climb.

Every time I looked at these breathtaking views, I thought, ‘Ah, trekking in Nepal is truly worth it! You can’t see this kind of scenery in Australia.’

While we were waiting for our breakfast, Mr. Ram came and explained our plans for the day. Our destination was called Bamboo, where we were going to spend the night. Mr Ram added that getting there would be a bit difficult, with quite a few ups and downs along the way. His ‘a bit difficult’ actually meant ‘a lot difficult’. He was an extremely polite and kind person, not wanting to make me sad. Anyway, I simply pretended not to hear it.

The route is indicated in the photo, we would climb down from this hotel and then climb all the way up. Mr Ram planned to take a short break at a village along the way and then continue to a village called Sinua for lunch.

Ah, that’s right, we were essentially climbing towards ABC (Annapurna Base Camp). It’s all uphill… Well, there’s no point in thinking about it, just do it!

As we descended the hill for a while, we spotted a suspension bridge. Can you see the path climbing up the hill? Yes, that’s the way we went.

Mr Ram and our son appeared to be having a fun as they led the group across the suspension bridge, swinging and laughing. We could hear their laughter echoing across the bridge!

When we reached the top of the mountain and turned around, we could see the village we had just passed through. Chhomrong was in the distance, nestled near the ridge of this mountain. Wow, that was quite a walk after all. I forgot to take a photo, but there is a trekking checkpoint here in Chomrong, and Mr Lam took care of the checkpoint procedures for us.

And then we walked again, and again.

As I walked between the villages, we passed by people carrying huge panel boards on their backs. Naturally, vehicles are not allowed in this area, so everyone either rides on a mule or carries it up themselves.

As I mentioned in my previous posts, this trekking route, or Nepal’s trekking business, was experiencing an unprecedented construction boom (which I suspect has been ongoing for a while). Consequently, there were buildings under construction and building materials scattered all over the place.

After lunch at Sinua, we resumed our journey, which inevitably involved more walking and climbing (I was getting less speaking…..).

It’s getting difficult….see Mr Ram’s ‘a bit difficult’ was not a bit at all! I attach a photo, the stairs were killing me! But we had to climb them again and again.

And so, we climbed once more.

However, the density of bamboo gradually increased in this area. Hahaha, our destination, Bamboo Village, must be nearby! I felt a bit happy for no reason, but this route was still tough. If I were in Japan, this would be considered mountain training… I kept pondering over this as I climbed.

Anyway, this area was truly abundant in nature. There were small waterfalls and streams flowing.

Bamboo Village Soaked in The Rain, Our First Rain

After trekking through increasingly dense bamboo forests, oh wow, we finally arrived! Bamboo Village!

Bamboo Village also appeared to be undergoing development, with large lodges being constructed here and there. Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos, but I believe it would become a fairly sizable village once the lodges were completed. It took us a while to reach our destination, but we arrived before sunset.

As per our usual routine, the porter boys dropped off our luggage in our guest room before we arrived. Then, while I was setting up the room and doing the laundry, our son was playing in the field behind the house with the porter boys. He was busy building a bamboo house with a garden.

All of my husband’s clothes started to stink, so I decided to wash them. However, I washed them before checking to see if they had a wood stove. Wow, I had no choice but to hang them outside to dry, but the sun was setting (I wonder what time it was!). Well, in the worst-case scenario, I’d have no choice but to tie them to our backpack, which the porter boys were carrying.

According to Mr Ram, there were fewer large trees that could be used as firewood in this area, so there were no wood stoves around here. There wasn’t one at our accommodation in Chhomrong the night before either, but instead, there was an electric heater, though not suitable for drying clothes.

Then, what was even worse, it started to rain for the first time on this trek! Oh dear… Then Mr Ram called out to me, ‘It’s raining, is that your laundry?’ Our clothes, especially my husband’s, were already soaked. Ah, that’s it! Tomorrow, all our wet clothes would be tied up on the backpack with the porter boys.

That’s right, it probably had been raining a lot around here because the trees were thicker than in other areas. Spookily enough, we had just talked about rain this morning with Mr. Ram… Hope it wouldn’t be raining tomorrow, that’s all I wished for.

The room at this guest house didn’t have a toilet or shower, so I had to go outside to take a shower, but the shower here was surprisingly good, water pressure and temperature were more than perfect! I realised that a hot shower could really refresh your body!

We just chatted with each other, ‘Oh my goodness, that was such a nice shower!!’ and all of us were feeling relaxed.

Then, Mr Ram came to our room bringing a bucket for us to use as a toilet (especially for our son) for the night. He provided us with a bucket because there wasn’t a bathroom in our room at Dobato’s guesthouse too (Day 4). We were really thankful that we didn’t have to go outside in the middle of the night to use the bathroom in the freezing cold.

However, I just noticed that this bucket was the same one I used to wash our clothes earlier…

Whatever, I’d wash it properly and give it back to you, Mr Ram. Thank you so much!

As usual, after we all had a shower and were ready to eat, the two middle-aged men had some beers before dinner while we were waiting for the meal to arrive (which took an hour). My son and I had ginger lemon honey tea. My son passed the time by drawing until his meal arrived. Today was the first time I bought Pringles for him, as he was extremely hungry and nearly in tears (normally he would get some chocolate from Mr Ram secretly, but not that night).

At this guest house, there were two dining rooms. The larger one, connected to the kitchen, was occupied by a big tour group from England, so we were sitting in the empty smaller dining room. After we finished dinner, we set off to our room. As I listened to the rain for the first time, I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the mountain air.

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