Trekking, Day 3, Ulleri to Ghorapani – Up and breakfast of Tibetan bread and honey. Ram and Som told me they were going to set me and them up with a Nepalese girl in Ghorapani. Left Ulleri and climbed up more stairs to Nayathanti at 2460 meters for a tea break. That took half the day. Then we moved on to Ghorapani at 2770 meters, meaning horse water, which was a really hard hike. We were exhausted when we reached the village and we continued on and climbed vertically a bit more up to side of Poon Hill to the Snow View Lodge. This hike did not take us that long. We arrived at 1:30, but everyone including the guides were exhausted.
Our lodge in Ghorapani was cool, windows facing the mountains with a large wood burning stove in the middle of the common room. We were the only tourist when we arrived and as we were making our way up the hill to the lodge, it started snowing, so that wood stove certainly seem to be a godsend to us. We sat around the fire all afternoon and I got to meet the “sure thing” as Som put it, really cute 19-year-old Nepalese girl who spoke really good English and had a great personality.
We sat in the common room writing all day and as the hours past, more trekkers continued to arrive dusting the snow off as they entered. It was really relaxing and so peaceful. By the time the sun had gone down, our lodge was full and we had acquired two Austrians, one Canadian, two Israelis, and two more British folks. It was so cool because everyone just sat around the fire chatting to each other. I learned some more Nepalese.
Ram has been teaching me Nepalese since we left and I tried to talk to some of the other porters and guides. As we were making our way to Ghorapani, we were walking through some beautiful forests with the moss hanging off the trees. As we were going up, Ram and Som taught me that teak-cha meant okay, but cheecha meant cunt. So they then preceded to teach Maurita that cheecha meant okay and they giggled hysterically whenever she would say it.
We passed one of the mule trains on the trail and one of the mule drivers asked us in Nepalese how we were doing. Maurita responded in Nepalese translated for you “I’m cunt”. The driver laughed. Ram and Som were hysterical and I giggled my fair share. We stopped and ate my dried mango slice while sitting at the base of this waterfall in the forest, so peaceful and so cool. The walk was most enjoyable. We sat around the fire and Ram called over the Nepalese girl. The three of us talked for a while and she agreed to sleep with both of us in my room that evening. She said she liked western spicy American men and she knocked on my door that evening bringing Ram with her. I retired to bed, but no one knocked on my door that evening.