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the lonely monk on the trek

I’ve found it hard keeping up to date with the blog as once I fall behind, there’s so much to say that I lose interest. But tomorrow morning I will post a few mighty updates after my morning double espresso. In the meantime I’ll tell you a story about the trek which was one of the highlights for me.

It was day 7 and we had reached an elevation of 3,000m at a place called Manang. Manang is a small Tibetan influenced village with incredible mud houses hundreds of years old. Day 7 was our acclimatisation day and we were meant to spend the day resting, getting used to the altitude, and hopefully increasing the amount of red blood cells to cope with the reduction in oxygen as we climbed.

We did a short but very steep 500m ascent up a mountain on one side of the village of Manang. Up there was a spectacular view of the village, a violent river, and a panoramic view of endless mountains dotted with buffalo, goats, and an incredible glacier. On the other side of the village, directly opposite us, was a much higher mountain which I guess was about 1,500m high. About 1,000m above the village set into this mountain was one lonely white house, a small white speck.

Leading up to this house were incredibly steep switch backs (a path that zig zags upwards) which looked very dangerous. I asked our guide what the white house was and he told me that a monk lived up there. I was astonished as this was 4,000m above sea level and 1,000m above the village - incredible isolation. The monk had lived in this house for 35 years in meditation and was now 90 years old. He never left the house, ever, and his family carried food and water up to him daily.

It was things like this which made the trek so unique. Beyond the scenery, we met people and saw things so distinct and foreign that you would not experience them anywhere else in the world. Here we were, a 7 day walk into the mountains of Nepal, 3,000m high, looking up at a place where a man has sat in meditation for 35 years. A renouncer who has left the world to focus the mind in an attempt to stop generating any negative karma which would continue to bind him to the cycle of death and rebirth.

A lot of people would say this is a wasted life and a lot of Buddhists would agree - meaningful engagement in the world is a central tenet of Buddhism and is tied up with the notion of compassion and the Bodhisattva (of which the Delai Lama is believed to be a reincarnation)- putting off one’s own liberation from suffering to help others.

We sat up on this mountain for a few hours and just talked, with no one to hear us but the soft flowing  pure air, the birds, and the sound of the water from the glacier. Shane and I threw rocks and I naturally dominated at hitting our set targets. The simplicity and profundity of that moment has etched itself into my fondest memories of life, and to me that cemented what I hope to be a life long friendship with Shane and Nicola.


motorbike through the mountains

This morning I met my three little friends and we got a taxi to another temple which was cool. There were lots of monks, big bells and humming sounds. After that we visited one of the boys houses. It was a room about 5m x 5m and only 1.8m high (I had to duck). He lives with a sister, brother, and both his parents - in this one tiny room.

Then I went and met Lala at the jewellery shop  he works at and we hired a motorbike for the day. He drove me up into the mountains going through remote villagesthrough the most incredible lush green trees, grass and rice fields. It was the first time I’ve been in a quiet place because Kathmandu is bloody noisy!

We got so high up in the mountains that there were clouds below us. It was the most spectacular thing I’ve ever seen and I loved being on the bike. We sat down next to a river in the middle of the forest and had a good chat. We also ran over a snake and cut it in half. Lala was so upset he had to say some prayers.

As I’m writing this, a huge fight has erupted outside the internet cafe I’m in. Some Japanese guy with long dreadlocks stole a pair of socks and when he got caught he started going off his tree. He was obviously on drugs and he was abusing everyone for about 10 minutes - screaming at the top of his lungs and swearing. A huge crowd assembled and things got really out of hand. Finally the police showed up and put him in the car - he started punching the police and then strangled one. At that point the crowd (all surrounding the car) started throwing punches through the window, pulling his dreadlocks while he was strangling the policeman. One guy had a stick, everyone’s yelling - there was a girl in the car who also copped some punches. Very scary (I got some photos). It’s simmered down now and the crowd has dispersed, but I’ve now seen the not so gentle side of Kathmandu and I wouldn’t want to be that Japanese guy in a Nepalese jail tonight!

I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow - I might go to Chitwan national park for a few days, or go on a mini trek somewhere - maybe do the bungee jump.

I’m having beers with Lala and his mates tonight so I’ll see what they think. I also got 3 beanies made today - big ones to fit the dreadies in. All up it was $17 - and it takes 3.5-4 hours to crochet each beanie. Stoked!