On The Top Of Poon Hill (Day 3)

poon hill

Poon Hilai ma, phool jasto sundari…

A morning in Poon Hill. We started walking up at around 6 AM. We were already late but I was determined to reach at the top. Stuart pulled off from the hiking within first five minutes. Then it was turn of porter. I thought Martha would make it to the top considering the way she walked the day before. No, she also wanted to return back. I remained alone and I continued walking humming this song: Poon Hilai ma, phool jasti soltini rakhe manai ma! [I met a girl beautiful like a flower and put her in my heart]. May be I was hoping to find a soltini in Poon Hill. I had already missed the sun rise but the desire to be at the top constantly kept me pushing up. I reached there, in about half an hour, and saw the fabulous Dhawalagiri Annapurna range. That was really awesome. I kept watching Himals, so clean and shining because of the sunlight, for several minutes from the view tower. The view of other hills was so fascinating.

biritsh folks on poon hill

There were about four dozen English folks (pic, above), members of scout, who were trekking Annapurna region from Jomsong. A boy told me that they were returning to Pokhara today. I took a few photographs, many of them my own self-portraits with Himalayan range on background. I spent about 20 minutes on the tower overhearing English folks and observing them getting excited about the view.

At one point, I felt like screaming “so beautiful.” At the same time, I felt lonely. I wanted to share my feelings but there was no one to share my excitement. At least, not a Soltini! But I consoled myself that even if I missed the sunrise, I hardly see sunrise in my daily life anyway because at that time I would still be in bed, I got to see the Himals and the view.

wagle in poon hill

Wagle on Poon Hill Tower. Pic by an unidentified British boy

It was time to descend. I came down ready to climb up again toward Tadapani. Girls were having breakfast. But they had news for me. “We are thinking of staying here for a day,” said one of them. I was mentally prepared to walk, was ready to go Tadapani and I wasn’t thinking about staying there for a day. But I also couldn’t tell them that they shouldn’t stay and move. That would be, I thought, so un-American. Who was I to stop them from fulfilling their desire to stay a day in Ghorepani. That is why I told them my intention. I would be going and wait for them in Ghandruk. I don’t know why but girls also decided to start walking.

Climbing again up to Deurali Danda was challenging especially after Poon Hill feat. But I did it easily though it was noticeable that Stuart was finding it very hard. Later I was told my Martha that Stuart vomited. Now I started worrying but I didn’t show my concern because I thought that would put extra pressure on her. My feeling was that she would make it to Tadapani without difficulties and we don’t have to walk back all the way to Ghorepani. I kept walking on a slow pace. Stuart was too slow for my normal pace and reducing that pace unnaturally would have created negative impact in my walking. As I was carrying a backpack, I wasn’t in a position to stop every now and then because that would have left me tired at the end of the day. Girls were walking well and that was fine with me. They ought to experience the challenges of trekking and I hoped they did so well.

wagle in poon hill

I think Stuart didn’t like me leaving her behind but I had my own compulsion as I mentioned above. I had to walk on my natural pace. I tried to explain this to Martha and I think she understood. If there is no compatibility of pace between trekking partners, I think the best idea would be to walk on their own pace and the person with fast pace waist for the friend after covering a reasonable distance. That’s what I did.

Martha was a great walker which was beyond my expectation. But she tried to keep herself with Stuart as, I think, she didn’t want to make her feel bad. Oh yea, the only thing that made Martha upset was the unavailability of menthol cigarettes in the trek route. Hum, there was no ganja available as well. First thing she did in Tadapani was to go hunt for menthol cigarettes but unfortunately she wasn’t successful in the mission.

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15 thoughts on “On The Top Of Poon Hill (Day 3)

  1. May be cities represent the reality of life becuase so many things are happening here. It is questionable if all these ‘things’ are real. Sometime you get lost in the city crowds and try to find yourself out there. And yes, you are so true, in that effort, you might end up looking for, let me quote, “someone, something new, something to keep you going.”

    The the real question based on the harsh reality is: Will you really be able to find the real one, the thing, that will really keep you going? 🙂

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  2. “The the real question based on the harsh reality is: Will you really be able to find the real one, the thing, that will really keep you going?”

    I don’t know if I can really agree with this…. Is the thing that will keep you going supposed to the the real “one”, or is it that you are supposed to find within yourself what you need to keep yourself going.

    A wonderful person once told me, “You can never expect to be happy with anyone else until you can find within your own self what really makes you happy.”

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  3. “Will you really be able to find the real one, the thing, that will really keep you going? ”

    Hope Mr Wagle that’s the key, I am a pessimist myself when it comes to finding “The real one ” as such, but it never hurts to believe in the very best life can offer, does it? And I agree with Ms America too, for finding the source within yourself, but I guess there comes a time in everyone’s life..where they seek some external thing to keep them going, wantingly , unwantingly..! Just a bare fact of life I guess.
    and to end the Search For That Someone, Something here are some lines from a song By Elton John titled “The One” Hehehe 🙂 just trying to lighten up the Debate!! 😉

    “I saw you dancing out the ocean
    Running fast along the sand
    A spirit born of earth and water
    Fire flying from your hands

    In the instant that you love someone
    In the second that the hammer hits
    Reality runs up your spine
    And the pieces finally fit

    And all I ever needed was the one
    Like freedom fields where wild horses run
    When stars collide like you and I
    No shadows block the sun
    You’re all I’ve ever needed
    Baby you’re the one ……………………….”

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  4. “I think Stuart didn’t like me leaving her behind” …

    Maybe you mistook why Stuart didn’t like you leaving her behind? You say “At one point, I felt like screaming “so beautiful.” At the same time, I felt lonely. I wanted to share my feelings but there was no one to share my excitement.”…. Maybe in her own way Stuart too had a few expectations… But recently I was told by a wise man; “don’t ever allow yourself to have something that you don’t mind giving away….”

    Or maybe Stuart is just sad she never got to say good bye before giving it all back to begin with…. Closure sometimes helps the absence….

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  5. A name, that sometimes get published in the Kantipur daily is striking me. Sometimes the name writes about the emerging cyber-culture, sometimes it is busy on New Road street fashion and sometimes, the name can be found on the top of Poon hill. I had never seen the owner of the Name. But 10 minutes ago, I saw him in Kantipur Cafe. We dont know eachother personally, but I am happy to see a rocking blogger and a journo. hehe, he was wearing a t-shirt with the print “I blog. Do you?”.. yes Mr. Cyborg I too Blog.

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  6. Whocares! La, I have no intention of killing people! Partly vegeterian, I believe in non violence. I have started posting entries about Nar Phu trek (Manang Updates) from today.

    KK!
    What a comment man! Thanks. Absolutely delighted (furunga pareko) learning that you blog! My dream is everyone blogs in Kathmandu and (rest of Nepal). I instantly checked the site and found it cool. Not trying t sound like in the AirTel ad, just want to say, Express yourself…to the fullest!

    Ani Kantipur Cafe ma dekhe pachi hi hello bhannu paryo ni 🙂 Next time chai pakka hai ta? 🙂

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