A few days ago, as I was looking through my collection of non-digital photographs for the ‘One photo from my picture album contest’ put up by My Yatra Diary, I retraced many a trip I had been on, when I was much younger. One trip that stood out from the whole lot was my visit to Nepal. A trip within that trip conjures crystal clear images even though it’s been almost a decade. In the One Photo post, I’d said, the Jomsom travel story was something for a whole new post and here it is:
Our Jomsom trip began in Pokhra, early one morning. Dawn was just breaking when we took the shuttle float from our hotel, crossed over a part of Lake Phewa and rushed to the airport. The idea was to take one of the first few flights out; not because Jomsom was a far away destination but because airplanes had to get to Jomsom and leave there too, before 10 in the morning.
Jomsom’s airport is considered one of the most dangerous airports of the region; the reasons being its location and the infamous winds that make flying impossible later in the day. This quaint little town at an altitude of 9000 ft is carefully packed away in the Annapurna Range. And the only planes that seemed have operations to that part were those small mountain planes that could maneuver the sometimes-narrow gaps in the lofty Himalayan landscape.
We were on a Cosmic Air carrier that looked like a cramped minibus as far as the cabin area was concerned. All the all-economy class flight needed was one air hostess — to hand over candies to ease the high-altitude travel. The small aircraft flew precariously close to the mountain ridges and it was pretty much a thrill-ride. The views were other-worldly. Every now and then, the rising sun cast shadows of our plane on the dry mountain side. That was another not-so-common sight. And from where we were seated, we could look right into the cockpit through the open doorway the only thing that demarcated the seating area from the flying-controls area.
When our plane successfully made it to the airstrip sandwiched between mountains, it was still very early according to my own clock but Jomsom seemed to be up and about. It was a quiet town with mostly its own hardworking residents moving about on its streets. There didn’t seem to be many tourists; just a few hikers from far-away places. As we got out of the small airport, our escort, Jitendra made sure we picked up some sunglasses from one of the few shops in town, if we hadn’t already brought them along. The plan for the day was a hike into Marpha village a few kilometres away and we were told it would be a big mistake if we didn’t have glasses to protect our eyes from the harsh mountain winds that did the rounds there.
Once that was done, we made our way to Jomsom Mountain Resort (JMR) to freshen up fast, have a quick breakfast and begin the long walk to Marpha. How we got to our resort is something to mention: our ride was a tractor that had a covered trailer that had simple seats lining its sides. I remember watching the heavy-duty tractor tyres working its way up the rugged roads and thinking it was just the right vehicle for that terrain; especially because our accommodation was on top of a hill. Now that was an interesting property. A plain looking building that had a glass facade in front. Just behind that glass was the restaurant and it provided the stunning view of a row of the snow-capped mountains that it faced.
After the breakfast with a brilliant view, we set off on our hike. At the foot of the hill on which the resort stood, I remember seeing a board that said Marpha was about 12 – 15 minutes away and found it funny that there was no mention of miles or kilometres. If you go that side, don’t let that board mislead you. I don’t know if locals need just about that much time to get there but we definitely need a few hours to find ourselves in Marpha. It was a very scenic and memorable journey-by-foot. I remember the people and animals we passed. I remember the dry, windy landscape, the dust, the stone-filled paths and the river that flowed by. I even remember a place of prayer that we passed on the way. I remember running my palms through some prayer mills at the entrance.
However, at this point, I’d like to copy-paste an excerpt from my original travelogue:
The walk was an eventful one punctuated with encounters with mountain goats, beasts of burden, and also local folk in Indian files, heads loaded with goods to be taken to Jomsom. And I must say that the best part of the hike was that we could see snow-capped mountains as far as our eyes could travel.
We walked for over three hours and arrived at the isolated Marpha village. One cannot enter the hamlet without peeping into the little Tibetan shop at the entrance. The owner of the shop, a Tibetan woman, cheerful and friendly, seemed ever ready to suggest what you could take back for family and friends and for yourself. If you pointed to a silver chain and asked how much it cost, she would simply say “Only 350- 400 ya,” with the sweetest smile and who would want to bargain with the good old lady?
At Marpha, we saw the Tibetan refugee camp, an apple farm and rows of small shops displaying things from jewellery to bags and liquor to organic eatables, At midday we sojourned at a family-run wayside restaurant, to refuel ourselves with a typical Nepali lunch. We also found that there were so many such eateries at Marpha, which not only served traditional homemade food but also offered reasonably priced homestays.
After a visit to the apple farm and the distillery where the local apple brandy is prepared, we began our return walk to Jomsom. On our way back we couldn’t help stepping into the Tibetan lady’s shop once again to see her wares.
I remember the exhaustion that began to get the better of us when we were halfway back. I remember it had begun to get very chill and I remember the almost-boiling-hot-sugarless-tea-in-steel-cups that heated our cold bodies and sort-of charged us for the rest of the walk. I think we had some hot soup as soon as we got to the resort. However, I know for sure that it was the hot tub I threw myself into a few minutes later that soothed my aching legs and made sure that there were no signs of a long walk in the cold by the time the next day dawned, for the next day we had to be up and away before the winds took over the region again. By the time the sun had reached it’s zenith we were already back in Pokhara and going about the rest of our itinerary.
What a wonderful experience narrated beautifully! From a mini plane to a tractor and then the walk. The best travels are experienced the hard way. Lovely post Nambiare.
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Thanks a ton Niranjan. You agree that that's a day to remember, alle? 🙂
It was only after we got to Jomsom that I learnt that those small planes weren't exactly the safest modes of transport (dumb, right? 🙂 )Had I known, that would've added to the thrill factor, maybe. 🙂
The walk was a damn good one — quite an experience, that. 🙂
Nice Pics with Beautiful Narration. . . 🙂
Thank you.
Thank you also for following this blog. 🙂
Awesome pics and post. All the best 🙂
Thanks a ton, Rupam.
This is not the post for the contest. But it's a post that happened because of 'that post' 🙂 Hey, but thanks for wishing me the best. 🙂
beautifully narrated and nice photos
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Thank you Krishna. 🙂
The mountain folks are very fit as they walk for miles every day distance mean nothing to them as they have to reach their destination. Time is leisurely and life is still beautiful. You take beautiful pictures, that little pickup van on the cobbled street and the trees with pink blossom take you to another world.
You're right, Prasad. I'm sure it's a cakewalk for the hardworking mountain folk. Although the walk drained us by the close of day, I have absolutely no regrets for having done it. It was a walk like no other and the scenes and the mountain air — unique!
Thank you so much. That thing that looks like the van was our 'airport shuttle' — the tractor that took us to our hotel. It was called 'Jomsom Express' or something. Fun ride, that was. 🙂
And the trees are from an apple orchard in Marpha.
You know I read about that airport just recently. I am so jealous of you right now. It's an amazing experience to discover places like you do and that too when you were so young.
What's funny is that I wasn't aware that it was such a dangerous place and that the flight was 'that' dangerous. It was only later that I heard about a few crashes around there. But I believe they take the strong winds very seriously. At least that was how it seemed.
This place was really an incredible experience, Saru. 🙂
Thank you for the visit. 🙂
You seem too have traversed in time in reverse -from shuttle flights to plane bare foot stomping. It just seems to be one of those trips that make you forget the dreariness of life that you left behind. I am sure the memories of the trip are dear to your heart. I loved the shot of stone patchwork lane.
In reverse! So right. A airplan, a tractor and my own two feet. Why didn't I see it that way? 😀 You're super-sharp, USP. 🙂
This visit to Jomson was like no other. It was an entirely different world.
Thank you so much for noticing the pics. That one is a bit of a street of the little town of Jomsom (pretty early in the morning). And the vehicle in the picture is was our ride to the resort. 🙂
What a beautiful nostalgic post down the memory lane, Divya and an equally mesmerizing narration. You took me along with you: through the thrill ride of the cramped minibus airplane, through the hard terrain of Jomson to your hill resort, through the amazing views while walking to Marpha… I could feel it all! What an awesome experience you have had, definitely something worth remembering for an entire lifetime 🙂
Just out of curiosity.. are all these pictures from your photo album too?
I'm so glad to hear that I took you along. Thank you so much, Arti.
Those little airplanes are like our public buses and the most sensible mode of transport for the locals who need to travel to Pokhra. The other option is to take the road but that would take 'Days' considering the terrain. I guess that's the only way for people who need to transport cattle and donkeys.
Now let me answer your question. First of all, Thank you for asking me that. Yes, those pictures are from those non-digital albums. I did a little 'sharpening' on photoshop, tho'. 🙂
And I have only you to thank for making take those pictures out. I relived so many trips and a whole lot of other memories too. Thank you so, so much, dear Arti. 🙂
That is some trip and journey, Divya. Loved your pics too especially the last one.
That it was, Rachna. 🙂
Thank you so much.
Such lovely post! For me the best part is the excerpt from the original travelogue! Good you had a peek in the past 🙂
Thanks a ton, Kusum.
This post happened only because of all that digging into old photographs. I felt I had to write this one. I'm glad I did.
Thanks again, Kusum. 🙂
You had a great trip. But I guess it would have been a better feeling reliving those experiences now when coming up with this post. Felt good to see some non-digital era pictures as well. Reminds me how I used to be careful of each shot knowing that I had only 30/60 odd shots at my disposal.
It sure was one great trip, Ramakant. Yeah, going through those pictures and recollecting the little details, I thought I might have forgotten was kinda interesting. All these pics were from that era; had to touch them up a little bit tho.'
Exactly! We had to be very careful those days; couldn't click as much as we do these days, right? I was actually wishing I had had a digicam back then to freeze so many one-of-a-kind of scenes I got to see.
Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
What an amazing trip you had and so well written Divya! I loved that apple orchard pic 🙂
Yeah, that's exactly what it was, Anupam.
Thank you so much. 🙂
What an amazing trip..my favorite photo is the last one of the apple orchard
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Thanks Sush. Those pink blossoms do look very pretty, don't they?
Wow! A trip to Eden!!
Beautifully narrated and lovely captures too!!
This was almost Eden, seriously.
Thank you so much, Magiceye. 🙂
great post !! Nepal is an awesome place for adventure and nature lovers .. specially Pokhra.. amazing captures undoubtedly !!
Oh yeah! so much natural beauty. Jomsom is not as commercialised as Pokhra so it makes it all the more alluring. This is a place for hikers.
Thanks My Say. 🙂
Very interesting experience and wonderful images.
Thank you Rajesh. 🙂
Very interesting read. Like the pictures.
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Thank you.
nice one
Thank you.
I am heading part of that way over the weekend 😀 The plan is to try and trek through Annapurna circuit.
Super cool. It's going to be a feast for your lens. Have fun Mridula! Waiting to hear your stories and see your pictures. 🙂
Great captures along the way!
Thank you Indrani,
The area is heavenly. 🙂
beautiful captures…lovely reading about the place.
Thank you Kalyan.
It was a one-of-a-kind of place. 🙂
Excellent. I have to accelerate my trip to Jomsom and Muktinath soon…
You just have to, Sangeeta.
Nice to see you here. 🙂
Beautiful post and great captures…
Thank you Meghana.
Welcome here. 🙂
Wonderful informative post with lovely pictures. post written with a good experience and presenting minute details.
It was one good trip; I doubt I've done justice to it.
Welcome here. 🙂
The apple orchard shot looks like the cherry blossoms here in the spring! So pretty! This should have been an amazing experience! The first shot reminds me the enormity of nature!
Hey Devi,
Long time…
It WAS an amazing experience — the place, the walk and all.
Amazing journey. Loved it!
🙂 Thank you Madhu. Nice to see you here again. 🙂
A lovely account of your travel to Nepal to some of the most awesome locales, Divya:) I felt I was a part of the journey as I read through as the description was just perfect!Hope you will take us on many more trips like this one:)
I'm so glad I could take you along. Recalling this trip was truly amazing. My pleasure. I'll take you on many many more trips, Mr. Bhatia. 🙂
Loved reading them through and relished those pictures. Seeing the endless Himalayan range is sure a pure bliss that I am yet to experience live!
It was so great let my mind go back there. I hope you get to see some the Himalayas soon. Thanks Anu.
So sorry for the late response. Shall come by your blog soon. I hope I haven't missed too much.
Such a wonderful trip. thanks for sharing your experience.
Great account.
Thanks a ton. 🙂
And welcome here.
The pictures are wonderful, Dee! And, your narrative on landing at Josmson and the tractor ride makes the whole thing pretty exciting!
Thanks Rosh.
It's definitely a destination and a trip that stands out. I really feel very privileged to have gotten to do this one.
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