9/26/2008

Mt Everest, Part II

Yes, I'm on the internet in the Himalayas. And the connection is good enough for me to upload a couple pix. I was looking forward to being offline for a few weeks but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see how Lindsay is recovering from heart surgery. (No new updates, so I'm hoping no news is good news and that she's up and walking now.)

I'm on day two of my Everest Base Camp trek. Today we hiked to Namche Bazar, a town built almost literally on the edge of an 11,000 foot cliff. Clouds have rolled in, but I can't wait to see the view in the morning. The first day of the trek was miserable. Rain all day, muddy trails. The scenery was awesome but in a spooky, gothic sort of way.

I woke up this morning to this.



There was a 6,000-meter peak just outside my window that I couldn't even see yesterday because of the weather. It's not even on my map. My guide said that's because it's not considered an important peak. Only in Nepal is a 6,000-meter snowcapped peak considered unworthy of mention on a map!

About an hour before we arrived there is a point where we were told that on clear days it's possible to see Everest. When we arrived there the pass was clouded over, so we joked that we weren't leaving until the clouds cleared. Then, magically, they did.



That's me in the front, Everest in the center, and to the right, behind the trees, is Nuptse, at a mere 7900 meters or so.

I've already got dozens of photos, and this is just the stuff we have to walk through to get to the "good" stuff!

9/24/2008

Kathmandu

Kathmandu is a city of about 750,000 that sprawls through the Kathmandu Valley. When I first started researching this trip years ago I was surprised to find that you shouldn't travel here in the summer because it's too hot. The image of Nepal in my mind is of frostbitten mountainclimbers, but Kathmandu is at roughly the same latitude as Miami. The valley is tropical.

The Himalayas sit like a wall on the other side of the valley, so as the monsoon rains roll in (as they are at the moment) the mountains are so high they essentially wring all the water out against them. So one side is a lush tropical valley, while on the other is a desert, the Tibetan plateau. The difference was quite striking to see on the flight in.

I'm staying in a tourist ghetto called Thamel. The first hippie hikers congregated in an area nearby which is still known locally as Freak Street. The streets are narrow and crammed full of people dodging rickshaws, bicycles, motorbikes and taxis. Tourist agencies, restaurants, souvenir shops, internet cafes, etc loom over the street.

Everest, here I come

After a few days resting and recharging in Kathmandu I finally booked a trekking tour. There are two tours I want to do here, the two most popular with tourists. One is to Everest Base Camp, the other a circuit through the Annapurna region. For my first trek in Nepal I figured I had to see Everest.

I was planning on doing a self-guided "teahouse trek" without porters or guides. Because these routes are so popular there are lodges all along them that cater to tourists. So you don't need to carry food or a a tent.

But hiking at over 15,000 feet in the Nepal Himalayas is not something to be undertaken lightly. I decided I should err on the side of caution and joined a tour group. I'm going with 5 other tourists, a guide and porters on an 18-day trek to Everest Base Camp. All I'll need to carry is a small knapsack.

When I return I'll decide whether I'm willing and able to do an Annapurna trek on my own.

Last night we had a group meet-and-greet dinner. The food was good and there was a group of young performers doing traditional dances to the accompaniment of a live band. There are plenty of other tourists visible in this photo. Oh, and a yeti too.



As a result I will not be updating the blog or responding to email for about three weeks.

9/23/2008

Get well soon, Lindsay!

My friend Lindsay had open-heart surgery Monday to repair two valves. Long story short, what the doctors found was not what they expected, which was not necessarily bad. What is indisputably bad is that they had to cut her open again because someone left a sponge inside her! Seriously, does this sort of thing actually happen? At Johns Hopkins, The Greatest Hospital in the World?

I'm leaving Thursday for a three week hike to Everest Base Camp, and although I'm excited about the trek, it's going to drive me nuts not being able to know how she's doing.

Please include her in your thoughts and prayers.

9/18/2008

Mt Everest



Ok, it was from the seat of my plane, but it was still pretty darn exciting to see it. It doesn't look so high, until you realize that it's poking through the clouds. In fact, on the plane's video screens they showed flight statistics shortly before we saw it and we were actually flying lower than the summit! Almost six miles, straight up...

I'm in Kathmandu, Nepal. I can't believe I'm finally here. I tried to plan a trip here in 2001 but the political situation got a little messy after the crown prince gunned down 10 members of the royal family, including the king, the queen and himself.

I woke up at about 7 a.m. yesterday in Xi'an, China, knowing I had a miserable travel day ahead of me. It's now 2:44 p.m. I haven't slept since yesterday morning. and I just I am way to tired to deal with it right now. I've never been anywhere so chaotic. It's wonderful, but I'm way too tired to deal with it today!

I wasn't looking forward to an 8-hour layover in Chengdu after arriving at 11 p.m. I figured I'd check in as early as possible so I could get a good window seat, then either try to sleep a little or just read.

Chengdu is a city of about 5 million people with a decent-sized international airport. The last flight arrived around 1 a.m. And then they closed the airport. Kicked us all out and locked the doors. I had to sit out on the sidewalk with about a dozen similarly shocked tourists. I was the only Westerner. Needless to say I didn't sleep.

I figured out how to ask for a window seat on the right so I could see the Himalaya from the air. She gave me a seat on the window, on the right-hand side and -- all together now -- on the wing!

It was quite cloudy in sections but even so I managed to take quite a few pretty amazing photos. I could barely open my eyes when we left Lhasa -- yes, I actually set foot on Tibetan soil -- but as soon as I saw the wall of mountains stuck my nose against the window like a little kid!

This was the initial approach into Tibet.



The white at the bottom is clouds, and then there are clouds over the peaks as well. And the Tibetan side is the low side.

The landscape was stupendous. Glaciers, glacial lakes, and in the valleys there were little villages where it didn't look like there was enough flat land to pitch a tent. I came here to trek. Maybe I'll even use this path.



This is going to be fun.

9/17/2008

The Mongolia trip

I have pages of notes and over 2GB of photos from my Gobi Desert trip in Mongolia. I don't enjoy reading rambling blog entries so I'll try to stick to the highlights.

There was so much good about the trip that I'll just briefly state that my traveling companions weren't much fun and our guide was terrible. With our driver that made seven people in an old Russian van. The vans are not comfortable and not pretty but they are virtually indestructible. And when they break down, they're easy to fix, as we would learn later.

Moving right along.

Most Mongolians are still at least semi-nomadic herders, moving throughout the year with the seasons to find grazing lands for their animals. Chinggis Khaan lived in a ger and so do most modern Mongolians. It's a circular tent. The shape helps it deflect the wind in the brutal Mongolian winters. The door always faces south (towards the sun). There is an altar opposite the door, with beds along the circumference. There's a hearth in the middle and vent in the top to let out the smoke and heat.

This is the first ger I slept in, on the first night of our trip.



And this was the view at sunset.



The next day the landscape became increasingly more barren. This is where we stopped for lunch.



There's the van, and there's the road. Outside of the cities there are no roads in Mongolia. And this is one of the better roads we were on.

Later that afternoon we stopped at the White Stupa. It's a cliff overlooking a painted desert. Millions of years ago this was all underwater. It was absolutely spectacular and one of the highlights of the trip. I would have liked to have stayed longer.



That night we stayed with a family of camel herders. When it was time to bring in the calves a little boy of about four went running out in his barefeet and started whacking them with a stick. Camels are notoriously ill-tempered creatures but they knew who the boss was!



These are Bactrian camels, the two-humped variety. They're endlessly fascinating. They look like they were put together incorrectly. They seem very awkward but they're some of the toughest animals on the planet. And they're photogenic.



We were really excited to see them and took tons of pictures. But for the next two weeks we saw them everywhere. I wandered out in the desert for a while and watched a duststorm pass by a herd of camels in the distance.



And that night we watched the sun set over the open desert.



The next day one of the suspension springs on the van broke. Our driver took it apart and hammered the pieces flat. Then he cut a piece of tire innertube and wrapped it around the spring, and tied that in place with piece of wire. He literally fixed it with a rubberband! Conveniently, that night we were sleeping at his house in tiny little town on the edge of the desert, so we didn't lose any time.

While we waited for him to fix the van we ate lunch under one of the few trees, with an actual gold mine in the background.



Later that afternoon we visited Bayanzag, Mongolian for "rich in saxaul," in honor of one of the few plants that thrives there. But it's more commonly referred to by the name given to it by American adventurer Roy Chapman Andrews: The Flaming Cliffs.



Chapman found some extraordinary dinosaur fossils here. His trademark attire was a felt hat and khaki pants, just like the hero from this summer's blockbuster movie he was said to have inspired.

Pictures don't begin to convey the vastness and magnificence of the scenery, but here's another one.



The next day we hiked through Yolyn Am, or Lammergeier Valley, named after the Bearded Vultures which fly overhead. The valley is commonly known as the Ice Valley, because for most of the year it is covered in ice, up to 10 meters thick and 10 km long. The only time it's free of ice is, of course, when I'm there.

At the bottom of the picture is tiny patch of sunlight. Just to the left is a single man sitting at a stone bench carving animals out of juniper branches, a lonely souvenir salesman.



The next day we stopped for lunch in the most perfectly picturesque valley. The air was crystal clear, not a cloud to be seen.



The Gobi is vast and contains a variety of terrain. It's not a Sahara-style desert of endless sand dunes. But there are dunes. We started to see them that day. It almost looked as if the different landscapes had been stacked on top of each other.



We spent the night in gers just below Khongoryn Els, the highest dunes in Mongolia. Here I am at the top.

Strangely enough, there's a swamp at the bottom of these giant sand dunes. The gers we stayed in are just off-camera to the left.



But on the other side it's all dunes.



And here's a fun self-portrait.



This is the view from my ger at sunset.



The next morning we rode camels. Here's the obligatory shot of me.



We even "helped" herd some goats and sheep. I'm pretty sure our host could have handled the job alone, but it was fun to pretend :-)



We stopped briefly the next day to watch a family making felt.



We had to change our plans the next day because of a slight change in the weather.



And yet, just a few hours later, this is what we saw, the most gorgeous valley shining in the sunlight.



We stayed the night in Kharkhorin, former capital of the Mongol Empire. Chinggis Khaan didn't build a capital. The capital was wherever he pitched his tent. But his son Ogedei realized the need for a place for foreign dignitaries to gather and do business, so he made the trading post of Karakorum the capital.

One of the three main Buddhist monasteries is there, Erdene Nuu Khiid. Here is a group of young monks.



Sorry, I don't know the name of this building...



Sorry, again, but I have to mention a popular tourist site just outside of town. From the Lonely Planet website:

"Near Kharkhorin, a two-foot long stone penis attracts steady streams of curiosity-seekers. The 'phallic rock', which points erotically to something interestingly called a 'vaginal slope', is hidden up a small valley, about 2km southeast of Erdene Zuu Khiid. A giant penis, painted onto a sign by the road, points you in the right direction. Legend has it that the rock was placed here in an attempt to stop frisky monks, filled with lust by the shapely slope, from fraternising with the local women."



The valleys seemed to get more beautiful each day. This is where we stopped for lunch after the monastery.



We drove all day to see Orkhon Khiirkhree, the highest waterfall in Mongolia.



What a disappointment. It would be like driving all day to see the highest mountain in Delaware. A decent guide would have made sure we got there before sunset...

We stayed for a few minutes, then drove to the gers from which we would start three days of horseback riding. This is our hostess making milk tea.



It's more milk than tea, and Mongolians add lots of salt. It doesn't sound very tasty, and most tourists I met didn't care for it, but I rather enjoyed it.

The ger we stayed on was right on the edge of a lovely gorge.



The bed could have been a bit more comfortable, though.



We rode horses through through an area called Huiten Nuur, or Eight Lakes. This the view from our campsite. Not bad, eh.



We hiked the next day through this spectacular valley.



We ate lunch here. Sure it's a pretty view, but it's so windy there are waves on the lake. And look at the tree branches!



The storm on the horizon never hit us. But it made for some great pix.



The landscape was the strangest I've ever seen. It looks like grassland in parts, but it's all volcanic, so lava rocks are strewn everywhere. It looks like someone dug pits to put them in.



I like the way the hills and their reflections form an X.



About the only complaint I heard from other tourists about Mongolia was about the cuisine. It's limited. Because they're nomads they eat what they can take with them, mostly meat and dairy products. So I met quite a few people who had returned from tours who never wanted to eat (or smell!) mutton again.

We didn't have that problem. Our guide cooked us mostly vegetarian pasta meals. Filling and tasty, but I wanted to try local fare. I asked him to make us khorkhog. It's easy to make. Butcher a goat or sheep. Put the parts in a metal pot. Add onion, garlic and water. Add a bunch of hot rocks from the fire. Cover and wait.



It was yummy and messy and greasy and easily my favorite meal of the trip.

In my stay in Mongolia had I tried dairy products from cows, camels, sheep and goats. But I hadn't had yak milk. There were lots of yaks in the surrounding area, so I asked our guide to scare up some yak milk. I was curious to try it because the fat content is seven percent!

I loved it. It was almost sweet.

The next day we drove to the Tsenkheriin Jiguur Hot Springs, a bigger tourist trap than the waterfall. The spring itself is 90 Celsius, scalding hot, so it's pumped from the spring to the resort through the pipes at the bottom of the picture.



Among the many problems with this setup is that the pipes aren't insulated. So by the time it reaches the camp you're able to soak in lukewarm water that smells like rotten eggs in either of the two tubs in the back or the small pool in the foreground.



Because my tour guide screwed up and thought I needed to be back in Ulaanbaatar on a a different day I had to take drastic measures to get back. The next day was the worst travel day of all time. Long story short: 15 people in a Hyundai minivan over dirt roads for FIFTEEN HOURS.

But that's another story. All in all the trip was incredible. I want to go back to Mongolia and soon, before they pave the roads.

Seriously. You have to be willing to suffer a little to travel here, but it's worth it. It's impossible to comprehend how vast and empty the country is. If they make it easier for tourists to get around they'll spoil what makes the place so special. There are McDonald's restaurants everywhere in Russia and China but there are none in Mongolia. Hopefully it will stay that way.

And the people there are the friendliest I've met. It's not the elaborate courtesy rituals of Muslim countries, or the fake customer service smiles of America, but just simple kindness and openness. I think because people there are so isolated they genuinely enjoy any sort of human interaction, even with American tourists!

9/16/2008

Made in China

I went souvenir shopping today at a cool and relatively low-key artisan market down by the city wall, just inside the South Gate. One good thing about buying souvenirs in China: You know where they were made!

(At the Ismailovsky Market in Moscow there were thousands of matrushkas -- the traditional Russian nested wooden dolls -- for sale. I bought a couple from a guy who pointed out that his were the real thing since, prominently painted on the bottom were the words "Made in Russia" -- in English. Yep, they're from China.)

There were jade carvings, painted scrolls, calligraphy sets, miniature Terracotta Army figurines and, for that special someone, a wolf pelt.



Seriously, it was bizarre seeing this guy walking through an open-air market in a city of over eight million people.

And what market in any country would be complete without a caricature artist? It's obvious where this guy falls on the political spectrum.



Even if you're a Bush supporter, you have to wonder what Audrey Hepburn did to offend the artist to end up between those two guys.

Last day in China

My original plan was to travel by train all the way from St Petersburg, Russia, to Lhasa, Tibet, and then overland to Nepal. But because I was only granted a 15-day Chinese visa that plan had to be scrapped.

I was considering skipping Nepal altogether because I'd have to pay an additional $1500 or so for airfare that I wasn't planning on. I thought I'd continue south through China and then overland into Southeast Asia. But ultimately I saved a lot of money by not going to Tibet, so the money issue isn't such a big deal after all.

Trekking the Himalayas was one of the main reasons I took this trip in the first place, so I'm going to Nepal.

In the meantime I planned on going to Guilin, in the southeast corner of China. I booked a "hard sleeper" ticket, which means I'd be in a cabin with six beds, with three bunks on each side. I got the middle bunk.

Then I realized there were further complications with my visa (which I won't go into). As a result I would travel 27+ hours by train to spend about a day and a half in Guilin. It just didn't seem worth the travel. I took a hard sleeper from Beijing. The bunks were like coffins.

I saw everything I hoped to see in my shortened China trip: The Great Wall, the Forbidden City, the Terracotta Army and Hua Shan. To quote Butt-head of "Beavis & Butt-head" fame: "I have seen the top of the mountain. And it is good."

Tomorrow I'm going to refund my ticket and move on.

So not only am I going to Nepal, I'm going two days early! Part of the reason I booked this particular flight is that it connects in Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, at 9:45 a.m. I'm going to try to get a ticket on the right-hand side of the plane so, hopefully, I'll be able to view the Himalayas from air into Tibet and from Tibet into Nepal!

It means I've got an 8-hour layover in Chengdu, so my main goal tomorrow will be to find some reading material...

9/15/2008

Hua Shan

About a year and a half ago an email went around the US with pictures of a crazy hike, on a sheer cliff face with nothing to walk on but planks laid over stakes driven into the side of the mountain and nothing to hold onto but a rusty chain.

I discovered that the pix were taken at Hua Shan, one of the five sacred Taoist mountains in China, just outside of Xi'an. Today I went to the mountain.

I didn't do that hike.

I did do the easier version, though. But for the sake of clarification, this is the easy hike.



It was 6km of walking, which isn't much, but it was all straight up. My plan was to take one route up, spend the night on the mountain, watch the sunrise, then take the other way down.

Well, the weather was lousy and getting lousier. This was the view from the north peak looking to the south peak.



There's a line of people visible in the bottom center of the photo. The line goes up and over the ridge, then down and over to the left and then back up to the right. It was a complete logjam. On an overcast Monday afternoon!



I didn't fight my way through the crowd to the south peak. And the crowd ruined my vision of a peaceful night on the mountain. And there probably wouldn't be much of a sunset or sunrise. And I have to catch a train tomorrow. So I took the cable car down and caught a bus back to Xi'an.

OK, so I wussed out. But even the cable car is pretty darn scary!



There are snack bars every few hundred yards. They get their supplies the only way they can, by carrying them up. Any illusions I might have had about how tough and rugged I am vanished when I encountered this guy.



I don't know what's in the red boxes, but he carried whatever it is and two cases of half-liter water bottles to the top of the mountain.