Tiger Balm Tales Vol. 10
Day 9 – No Room at the Inns…
By some miracle I woke up on Day 9 with a small trace of a headache, aches, and pains of the day before. Apparently 24 hours of sleep and antibiotics were just what the doctor ordered. I woke up feeling about 80% well; a miracle considering my paralysis the day before.
Considering I was unable to get out of my bed the day before, let alone walk; we decided to revise our trekking schedule. While being sidelined in Manang we learned that this was the high time to trek the circuit; the circuit was at capacity and guest houses were filling up fast. This was bad news for people who were slow trekkers (us!) as we kept hearing more and more stories of people not being able to find rooms to sleep in. This ‘Joseph and Mary’ predicament left people sleeping slumber party style on the dining room floors of inns. This was even more concerning since there were fewer and fewer inns to stay at as we moved closer upwards towards the pass. Prior to this, little villages dotted the trail and if you couldn’t find lodging, you simply walked another 20 minutes to the next village. However after Manang there were no more villages, just clusters of guest houses spaced out about 3 hours apart.
We decided to try to circumvent the ‘no room at the inn’ situation by going a shorter distance and also trying to send Diehl, our porter, ahead to secure a room for us. We hiked up out of the valley of Manang, crossing into a landscape void of trees. Suddenly the mountainsides took on a bleak, cold look to them. No more pine trees, instead there was just bare, rocky mountains. The white peaks were getting closer and closer and the air thinner.
I moved slowly, but felt stronger as the day went on and the antibiotics worked their way through my body. We hiked for a short 2 hours and stopped at a small encampment, Gunsang, which was the home to 2 guest houses with amazing views. Most people don’t stop in Gunsang since it’s so close to Manang. However, by skipping Gunsang they missed one of the best guest house views on the circuit.
After dropping our bags in our guest room, I went out to the ‘patio’ tables, propped up my feet and simply took in the spectacular view letting the sun beat down on me. You could easily imagine how much closer you were to the sun; the rays were powerful and warming, yet I was surrounded by snow. Some people like beaches, but I’m not one of them. Give me this view and relaxing atmosphere any day…bliss.
Guest houses along the circuit are an exercise in simplicity; in many cases they are a small step up from a tent. For $6 you can rent a room with two beds plus you must promise to eat your meals at their dining room. Typically the rooms had two little wooden beds with a pad on it, a questionable pillow, and if you were lucky you had a little wooden table to set some things on. Most of the beds and tables looked as if I had constructed them; just simple blocks of wood and some nails. Some of the guest houses were more sturdy than others. The worst ones were made of thin boards leaving the wind to whistle through the little room making it feel more like a refrigerator than a room to sleep in. The electricity was sporadic at best and normally consisted of one little light bulb sputtering out light trying to illuminate the room.
The sparse conditions didn’t matter too much to us as we never really spent much time in the room due to the cold temperatures. Instead each guest house had a dining area which normally contained some sort of stove where all the guests huddled around at night to soak up the warmth. This is also where most of the socializing took place. Guides and tourists would mingle and play cards, swap travel stories and drink Roxie. The closer we got to Thorong La Pass you could feel the tension in the air in the group dining rooms; people worried more and more about crossing the pass.
The bathrooms were normally a shared outhouse with a squat toilet, cement floor, a bucket to put water in, and sometimes a ‘shower’. However before you get grandiose visions of shower heads and curtains…think again. A shower normally consisted of a faucet head situated about a foot above my head; you literally stood underneath a faucet. I normally found it easier to simply fill the bucket with water and take bucket showers. If you were lucky, you’d get some luke warm water to dispense from that faucet. The hottest water that would come out was still rather chilly in my standards thereby necessitating us to hone our abilities at taking very fast showers!
Our current guest house in Gunsang had no electricity, but it did have personality. In fact, this was the first guest house we stayed in which offered an ‘en-suite’ toilet. I was pretty excited about the prospect of not having to get up, put on my down coat and boots to go outside to the outhouse! When I entered our little guest room, sure enough we had our own little bathroom, but quickly my visions of a typical bathroom were dashed. In my excitement, I had allowed myself to forget that I was in Nepal, and therefore was dreaming of a toilet, sink and towels. However what greeted me was a simple outhouse (cement floor and squat toilet) attached to our room; a little less glamorous than my mind’s picture. Regardless, it was next to our bed – and that was great.
In fact my highlight came the next morning when I woke up and was going through my morning ritual to get ready to hike. Instead of having to go outside and brush my teeth, I was able to go into our en-suite toilet in my pajamas to brush my teeth in privacy. However apparently I was a little too excited about this. When I put my toothpaste on my toothbrush and was trying to put the lid back on the paste, I lost my balance and dropped the toothpaste. I watched as it fell in slow motion, bounced on the porcelain of the squat toilet and then down the toilet into the abyss – kerplunk! “Shhhiiiittttt” I yelled! My dad asked what happened. I popped my head out of our lovely en-suite bathroom and said, “I have some bad news…”
There would be no place to purchase toothpaste for the next 3 days. We would have to rely on gum. I wondered how long it would take the earth to break down a tube of toothpaste in the ‘sewer’…probably longer than my lifetime. Not very ‘green of me’…but it was an accident!
Regardless of the toothpaste mishap, this little guesthouse in Gunsang was my favorite along the whole trail. The family who ran the guesthouse during the trekking season had an abundance of smiles to offer and their diligence in keeping the place clean and inviting was inspiring. I was actually a bit sad to leave their hospitable environment, knowing that our future trekking and lodging was uncertain as we continued to climb.
One thing I knew for sure was our future held less warmth, and less oxygen; but we would keep trudging slowly upward.
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Want to read the Tiger Balm Tales from the beginning?
Vol. 1 – The Begining of a Nepal Trekking Plan
Vol. 2 – Preparing the Parents
Vol. 3 – Annapurna Itinerary
Vol. 4 – Travel Back in Time
Vol. 5 – Breathe Through Your Mouth
Vol. 6 – Road Work Ahead
Vol. 7 – Changing Rhythms on the Annapurna Circuit
Vol. 8 – And on the 7th Day We Rested
Vol. 9 – Paralyzed on the Annapurna Circuit
By Heather on her travels January 26, 2010 - 3:08 pm
The views make up for the lack of luxury accommodation, but I still think my feet would be permanently cold!
By raj March 2, 2010 - 8:20 pm
Ms.Heather just to remind you this is the jouney to HIMALAYAS not to LAS VEGAS!
By bethany January 26, 2010 - 11:42 pm
Looks beautiful and I’m glad to hear you are feeling better! It’s so cool you got to do this with your dad. I really wish I could do something like that with my dad but he’s not really into that type of thing.
By Donna Hull January 27, 2010 - 11:20 am
It sounds cold but beautiful to me. Sorry about your tube of toothpaste. Did the gum hold out? I’m truly enjoying this wonderful series and living vicariously through your adventure.
By Barbara at Hole in the Donut Travels January 27, 2010 - 12:15 pm
Well, now I’m back to thinking I can do this! Salivating for the part about the pass.
By Anil January 28, 2010 - 4:50 pm
The first picture on this post is incredible, I can’t stop staring at it.
By Johnny Vagabond January 31, 2010 - 5:29 pm
a well-told tale. thank you.
By Mark H February 2, 2010 - 6:07 pm
Truly entertaining and a beautiful lead photo.
By Dave and Deb February 7, 2010 - 8:04 am
Haha, I have gone a few days myself without brushing. It is amazing how after the second day, you just don’t care anymore:) Wow! you are a trooper hiking with being so ill! I am so excited that I am in one place now for a couple of weeks. I am going to catch up on all your Nepal posts. We may not be allowed back into India since we won’t be out of the country for 2 months. There are many conflicting details,(that is India) but we are not worried, if they don’t let us in, we are just going to move on to Nepal a little earlier than expected, and I like that idea!
By Bailey December 17, 2012 - 5:02 pm
I remember this guest house with a view!! It was just 2-3 hours past Manang, right? We took a break there and admired the views. I remember thinking how lovely the owners were and how much I really wanted to stay there. Thinking back, I wish we had! I also wish I had taken more photos of all the guesthouses and mountains. This trip was before mentality of ‘must take a photo every 5 seconds’. One day i’ll make it back to Nepal. I also really want to make it to Ladakh, India! ahhh so many places to see 🙂
By Sherry December 22, 2012 - 7:27 am
That guest house really was our favorite place – and not many people stop there which made it even better!
By Claire Taylor February 3, 2019 - 4:27 pm
Haha, yeah I’m just grim when I hike. I don’t even try to shower, I just baby wipe. So we’re thinking of doing the Annapurna Circuit without a guide at some point at the full teahouse situation does scare me a bit. I’m guessing you can sleep in the common room but if that’s full I guess you’re buggered.