Langtang-Journey into the Mountains (Day 3)
Day 3-Langtang (3430M)-Kyajin Gumba (3870)-Kyjin Ri (4500M)
The morning walk to Kyajin Gumba wasn’t too difficult, the altitude was starting to take it’s toll though, leaving Rach and I out of breath and weary. My left knee was starting to ache and the heel had almost fell off my boots (nothing a bit of string can’t sort out).
Kyajin Gumpa is the last stop along the valley and is perfectly situated with 7000 metre peaks on every side. We arrived at around ten thirty Am and to say we were awe-struck by the view would have been an understatement. I summed it up perfectly in my own inimitable north-eastern way by saying “Fuck me!” quite a few times.
After finding a lodge and downing a strong filter coffee I was eager to climb the nearby viewpoint of Kyajin Ri; at 4500 metres I knew I wasn’t properly acclimatised to easily attempt it but steamed on regardless.
It was a steep ascent from the off and every couple of steps left me feeling breathless and a little like I’d just finished a marathon. The lack of oxygen at such a height takes the body a good while to get used to. I breathlessly ploughed on. Each step hurt, my knee hurt, my boot heel flapped about. I couldn’t breathe properly but somehow managed to plod along, my eyes fixedly pointed upon the distant hilltop (which didn’t seem to be getting any closer).
I’d occasionally slump down panting and suddenly take in the magnificent view of the valley below me. Kyajin Gumpa was growing increasingly tiny as the Pongoan Dopku and Gang Chheapo peaks opposite became almost eye-level. I’d grin, take a deep breath, and again begin to slowly ascend.
It seemed like I’d been climbing for hours. My legs were jelly as I ambled along in a sort of zombie-like state. I wasn’t acclimatised yet to tackle this mighty slope with ease but struggled along, determined that this stupidly gigantic hill wasn’t going to make me look like a ‘little girl’.
I was almost on my hands and knees when I stumbled amongst the prayer flags that littered the peak. I spun around and was surrounded my mountain tops. The north-eastern peak of Ysana Tsengi afforded me my first glance into Tibet. I took in the icy air and was dumb.
Ahhh!
I was a tiny ant in an amphitheater of blue/white mountain peaks. I felt very insignificant but more a part of nature than I ever have before. I sat down on a gigantic rock and felt like my travels had come to an end in this magnificent place. I felt my endless search for something had finally been realized.
I was home.