Before diving into my first-ever blog, I’d like to share a bit about my dream and what’s been happening in my life.
I started my career very early in life. At one point, I felt completely burnt out, working non-stop just to meet others’ expectations. I became tired—exhausted, really—and felt like I was losing myself. Then, one fine morning in 2023, I had a realization: instead of living for others, I should focus on fulfilling my own dreams, one step at a time.
That’s when I made a bold plan—to visit 40 countries by the age of 40. I’m 37 now, and my journey began in February 2023 with trips to Thailand (24 Feb - 1 Mar) and Singapore (1 Mar - 4 Mar). In June 2023, I embarked on my second trip to India (16 - 24 Jun). My third adventure took me to Vietnam (30 May - 8 Jun 2024), followed by my fourth trip to Malaysia (15 - 19 Aug 2024). Finally, in December 2024, I had the privilege of experiencing the beauty of Nepal (13 - 21 Dec).
Nepal was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Seeing the majestic mountains up close for the first time melted my heart with pure happiness and excitement. It was a moment I knew I had to share.
This blog is my attempt to recount that magical journey. While it may not be as extraordinary to seasoned travelers, for me, it’s a dream realized—and one that deserves to be told.
The Beginning of My Nepal Adventure
As a solo traveler, I prioritize cost-effective and budget-friendly trips, maximizing my time to explore a country since I might not get a second chance to visit. For my 9-day Nepal adventure, I planned every detail meticulously, from the itinerary to the experiences I wanted to capture.
On 13th December 2024, my journey began with a Biman Bangladesh Airlines flight departing from Dhaka at 14:30. By 18:00 local time, we landed smoothly at Tribhuvan International Airport (KTM) in Kathmandu. The approach to the airport was breathtaking—a post-sunset spectacle with the entire city of Kathmandu glittering like a sea of stars. Flying over the surrounding hills added a magical touch to the moment.
Nepal’s immigration process was seamless and hassle-free. Having completed the Nepal ETA form online prior to my trip saved me significant time. It’s a small but essential step I’d recommend to anyone traveling there.
Once through immigration, I exchanged $100 USD for Nepali rupees, knowing airport rates aren’t great but often necessary. I also purchased an eSIM, but this came with unexpected challenges. Without Wi-Fi at the counter, I couldn’t activate the eSIM on the spot. Following the staff's advice, I installed it later at my hotel. Pro tip: If your phone supports it, go for a physical SIM—it’s cheaper, easier to set up, and hassle-free compared to an eSIM.
With cash and a SIM in hand (though not yet activated), I headed to the airport parking area to book transport. While I’d initially planned to use public transport, being in a new city with luggage and no internet made me rethink. Fortunately, I had pre-installed the InDrive app, similar to Uber. Using free Wi-Fi from a nearby hotel, I booked a taxi for just 550 NPR, which I found quite affordable. By 19:30, I arrived at Rest Up Kathmandu Hostel, where my prior booking ensured a hassle-free check-in.
My First Night in Nepal
My usual plan on the first day in a new country is to explore the nightlife. Since the first day often leaves little time to dive into other activities, I had envisioned visiting two or three clubs or pubs around Thamel. Based on a discussion with Karan, a helpful local I met at the hostel, I shortlisted a few places. Karan, who works at the hostel, offered great suggestions after I shared my desire to experience authentic Nepali food, soak in the nightlife, and roam Thamel's vibrant streets.
As we discussed the plan, time slipped by, and before I knew it, it was already 8:00 PM. The hostel had a rooftop restaurant with an open seating area, perfect for relaxing, meeting other travelers, and enjoying life's simple moments. The moment I stepped onto the rooftop, a cold, breezy wave hit my face and ears. Having grown up in Bangladesh, I had never experienced such chilly weather. The temperature was around 8-9 °C, but it felt much colder with the wind. Despite the biting cold, the atmosphere on the rooftop was warm and lively.
Guests were enjoying themselves with drinks and conversations, sharing stories that brought laughter and joy. The open space under the starry sky added to the charm. Below the rooftop, there was a cozy restaurant with a kitchen and an extended seating area for meals.
Being somewhat introverted around new people, it took me a little time to adjust. Once I felt comfortable, though, I truly enjoyed the interactions. I met an Indian traveler who was chatting with a British and a European lady. I joined their group, listening intently to their stories and gaining insights into their lives and perspectives. It was fascinating and enriching to connect with people from such diverse backgrounds.
However, as the cold wind persisted, my plan to explore the nightlife was derailed. Instead, I decided to finish dinner at the restaurant downstairs. I ordered a chicken biryani-like dish that was affordable and absolutely delicious. After dinner, I returned to the rooftop, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere until around 11:00 PM.
The evening turned out to be unexpectedly delightful. I enjoyed every moment on that rooftop, and it set the tone for the adventures ahead. Feeling content and ready for the next day’s long plans, I finally went to bed and had a restful sleep.
Here are some photos from that night!
A Morning of Surprises and Coffee-Fueled Resolve
Day 2 started with what I thought would be a peaceful morning, basking in the glory of uninterrupted sleep. But no! Life had other plans, in the form of an "urgent" message from my CEO. Yep, the kind that makes you question if holidays even exist when you're balancing work life. Apparently, even while I’m on vacation, bread and butter still demand their loyalty.
After shaking off the initial shock (and a few groans), I dragged myself to the rooftop restaurant, determined to salvage the morning. I ordered a heavy breakfast and an Americano coffee—because if life insists on these surprises, I’ll face them caffeinated. One sip of that coffee, and I felt like a superhero gearing up to save the world. Or, in my case, complete an assignment.
While waiting for the food, I cracked open my laptop to tackle the "urgent" task. Multitasking at its finest—work-life balance goals, right? But hey, the setting was nothing short of magical. A sunny winter morning with just the right amount of warmth, paired with stunning rooftop views. It was the kind of moment that screams, "Life’s good… except for the emails."
The charm of the morning wasn’t lost on me, though. I took a quick video to capture the vibe because, let’s face it, if it’s not on video, did it even happen? Don’t worry, you can have a look and soak in the positivity. Just ignore the subtle undertone of my coffee-fueled resolve. A Morning Adventure: Exploring Kathmandu in a Day
Exploring Kathmandu in a Day: A Whirlwind Adventure
As I finished my breakfast, I felt a surge of excitement—today was the day I would explore Kathmandu in just one day. The previous night, I meticulously planned my itinerary to avoid backtracking and make the most of my time. My list included these iconic destinations:
- Swayambhu Temple
- Durbar Square
- Pashupatinath Temple
- Boudha Stupa
- Patan Durbar Square
My favorite mode of transport while traveling is a bike. It’s not just affordable, but it offers an unparalleled 360-degree view of the surroundings. I love the freedom it gives me to connect with the local vibe instead of being confined in a car. Plus, it’s a great time saver.
At around 10:00 AM, I booked an InDrive bike from my hostel. Within just 3-5 minutes, the bike arrived, and my Kathmandu adventure began. The morning air was chilly, but the sunny sky added a touch of warmth. As we rode through the breezy streets, I couldn’t help but soak in the moment—the vibrant street life, the locals going about their day, and the rhythm of the city waking up.
In just 20 minutes, we reached Swayambhu Temple. The ride cost 92 NPR as per the app, but since I didn’t have exact change, I handed over 100 NPR without a second thought. It felt like a small price to pay for the sheer joy of the journey.
The crisp morning air, the golden sunlight filtering through the trees, and the thrill of exploring a new city on a bike—it was the perfect start to my day in Kathmandu.
Swayambhu Temple: Monkeys, Golden Buddhas, and Breathtaking Views
With just a humble 50 NPR entry fee (a steal, really!), I entered the legendary Swayambhu Temple, better known as the "Monkey Temple." A UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of Nepal’s crown jewels, this place had me enchanted from the get-go.
The first thing to greet me was a small pond featuring a golden Buddha statue pouring water from his hand. Talk about making a splash! The statue, exquisitely carved and glowing under the morning sunlight, looked like it belonged on a postcard. I half expected the Buddha to wink at me with all that sparkle.
As I wandered from one spot to another, the temple revealed its quirky charm. A short, steep climb led me to higher ground, where the monkeys lived up to their temple’s nickname. Let’s just say their presence was very noticeable. A word of advice: avoid direct eye contact or attempting to share your snacks unless you want to star in your very own wildlife documentary!
Scattered along the way were quaint little shops brimming with arts, sculptures, masks, and religious statues. My impulse to buy everything was quickly silenced by the sarcastic voice of my wallet whispering, "Don’t even think about it, you poor idiot." (We love a wallet with attitude.)
The main stupa was a sight to behold—a giant dome with those iconic Buddha eyes, which seemed to follow me as if to say, “We see you slacking on those steps!” The entire complex was blanketed with vibrant, multi-colored prayer flags swaying gently in the breeze, adding to the spiritual vibe and Instagrammable moments.
From the hilltop, the 360-degree view of Kathmandu was simply breathtaking. The sprawling city below, framed by the surrounding mountains, looked like a scene straight out of a painter’s imagination. I captured every moment, snapping photos and recording amateur videos to flood my social media.
By the end of my visit, I felt deeply satisfied. Swayambhu Temple didn’t just live up to its hype—it surpassed it with a touch of monkey mischief and golden charm. Here’s to the start of a day that couldn’t have begun on a better note! (Photos and videos included for your viewing pleasure!)
Exploring the Enchanting Durbar Square: A Journey Through Time
Durbar Square, the historical heart of Kathmandu, is a place where ancient kings ruled, gods (and pigeons) reign supreme, and tourists roam like curious time travelers. It's an architectural buffet of temples, palaces, and monuments that might leave you wondering if the ancient Nepalese had a side hustle as interior designers.
I arrived at this fascinating maze of history around 12:20 PM, greeted by an expansive open courtyard bustling with activity. People were scattered everywhere, some soaking in the beauty, others looking more lost than I was. Surrounding this lively scene were clusters of ancient monuments, mini temples, and grand palaces—each with their own aura of mystery and grandeur. Naturally, I decided to follow the crowd, because nothing screams "great travel plan" like blindly tailing strangers.
Soon, I found myself entering a rather ornate doorway, which turned out to be the famous Kumari Ghar—home to the living goddess Kumari. Oblivious to its significance at first, I excitedly started snapping pictures, thinking I was just being a diligent tourist. That’s when the unexpected happened.
Just as I thought about leaving, the security team swooped in like a covert ops unit, locking the gates and making an announcement that had us all wide-eyed. Apparently, Kumari was about to appear, and everyone was expected to behave—no photos, no noise, no funny business. Suddenly, the lively square turned into a zen retreat, with pin-drop silence engulfing the crowd.
When the young goddess finally appeared on the balcony, the entire scene felt surreal. It was intense, spiritual, and utterly mesmerizing. Who knew being locked in a courtyard could be this rewarding?
With my heart still buzzing from the experience, I wandered off to explore the rest of Durbar Square. The architectural details were nothing short of jaw-dropping, from intricate wood carvings to towering temples that defied gravity. I stumbled upon the temple of Goddess Kali, where the air was thick with chants and the cooing of pigeons, creating a soundtrack that was equal parts divine and chaotic.
Of course, being a rule-abiding traveler, I made sure to follow all the guidelines. A little PSA: There’s an entry fee of NPR 500, which covers not just the square but also a museum. If museums aren’t your thing, you could skip it—but honestly, for that price, it’s a steal. Plus, if you’re going to spend hours marveling at the square, why not invest a little in its upkeep?
I spent about two hours wandering, capturing photos, and taking videos to document this incredible experience. I’ll be sharing these visuals in the blog to give you a glimpse of what words alone can’t convey—the vibrant atmosphere, the intricate artistry, and the soul of Durbar Square.
After my visit, I moved on to my next destination, but Durbar Square left a lasting impression—a place where history comes alive, traditions thrive, and pigeons claim ultimate dominion.
Pashupatinath Temple: A Spiritual Oasis
My journey to Pashupatinath Temple, the third destination of the day as I planned to visit five places, was an unforgettable experience. Situated on the banks of the sacred Bagmati River in Kathmandu, this iconic temple is a mesmerizing blend of spirituality, history, and architectural grandeur.
Unlike other holy places I have visited, Pashupatinath Temple comes with specific restrictions: visitors must remove their shoes and dress modestly. Initially, I found the rule of shoe removal a bit inconvenient, but as I explored the temple premises, I understood its profound importance. This is a deeply sacred site for Hindus, and these customs preserve its sanctity.
Walking through the complex, I observed Hindu saints immersed in religious acts—chanting, performing pujas, and conducting sacred rituals. The air was thick with spirituality, and I felt a profound sense of peace and connection to something greater than myself. Moving slowly from one part of the temple to another, I took in every detail of the architecture and ambiance.
The temple’s grandeur is complemented by the serene beauty of its surroundings. Within the complex are numerous mini and medium-sized temples adorned with intricate sculptures and monuments. Photography inside the main entrance is strictly prohibited, though I noticed many locals taking photos and videos. As a tourist, I adhered to the guidelines, respecting the temple’s sacred rules, and recommend others do the same.
One of the most striking features of the temple is the giant Nandi statue at the entry of the main complex. Nandi, the sacred bull, is considered the gatekeeper of Lord Shiva’s abode. The intricate craftsmanship and its imposing presence left a lasting impression on me.
As I wandered to the other side of the river, I encountered a Hindu cremation site where several bodies were being prepared for traditional rites before cremation. It was a poignant reminder of life’s transient nature and the deep spiritual roots of the Hindu culture.
Another intriguing aspect of my visit was meeting groups of Hindu sadhus, dressed in saffron robes and radiating an aura of detachment from the material world. They engaged with tourists, answering questions and sharing spiritual insights. Their vibrant presence added a mystical charm to the temple complex.
Exploring further, I came across some abandoned mini temples. Though weathered by time, their artistry and craftsmanship remained captivating. These remnants of the past offered a glimpse into the temple’s historical and cultural significance.
Initially, I thought Pashupatinath Temple might not be as captivating as the other places I had visited on this trip. However, by the end of my visit, I realized it was one of the most enriching experiences. Pashupatinath Temple is not just a destination; it is a journey into Nepal’s soul—a place where spirituality, culture, and history converge seamlessly.
If you’re in Kathmandu, a visit to this sacred site is a must. Let the charm of Pashupatinath Temple, the serene beauty of Guhyeshwari Temple, and the majestic presence of Nandi fill your heart with serenity and wonder, as it did mine. While limited photography restricted my ability to capture everything, the moments I experienced will remain etched in my memory forever. Here are some photos and videos I managed to capture without violating the temple’s norms.
Exploring the Spiritual Heart of Kathmandu: A Visit to Boudhanath Stupa
Boudhanath Stupa, also known as Boudha Stupa, was my 4th destination of the day. I arrived around 4 PM, and the place was buzzing with a vibrant crowd, giving off that unmistakable touristy vibe. As I made my way through the entry lane, I was immediately struck by the grandeur of the mandala-shaped structure. At the top, a pair of all-seeing eyes stared down at me, and it almost felt as though the eyes were checking me, reminding me, "I see every step of your life—be cautious and live well if you seek happiness."
Let me share a bit more about the stupa. Built between the 5th and 6th centuries AD, Boudhanath Stupa is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. It’s a significant pilgrimage site, particularly for Tibetan Buddhists, and represents the cosmos in its design. The white dome, adorned with Buddha’s all-seeing eyes, symbolizes wisdom and compassion. It’s hard not to feel a sense of reverence while being surrounded by such spiritual grandeur.
As I walked clockwise around the stupa, in keeping with local customs, I felt a sense of connection with the place. The rhythmic chants of mantras filled the air, and devotees lit butter lamps, adding to the peaceful ambiance. The atmosphere was serene and meditative, offering a sense of calm that was much needed after the hustle and bustle of the day.
The area around the stupa is full of souvenir shops and eateries, giving you a chance to take home something special or try Tibetan treats like momos. It’s also a hub for Buddhist monks and practitioners, creating a space that feels spiritually enriching.
I highly recommend visiting Boudhanath Stupa. It’s a place that invites reflection and offers a deeper connection to Buddhism’s peaceful teachings. Whether you’re seeking spiritual insight or simply looking to experience the beauty of the site, Boudhanath Stupa provides a unique and memorable experience. Here are some photos and videos from my visit.
Patan Durbar Square: A Timeless Masterpiece
Patan Durbar Square in Kathmandu was my 5th and final destination of the day. By the time I arrived around 5 PM, I was feeling a little exhausted after a long day of traveling from one place to another. But the moment I stepped into the square, my fatigue seemed to vanish instantly. The sheer magnificence of the architectural structures around me gave me a surge of energy. It was as if the beauty of the place had a way of reinvigorating me. Without wasting a second, I pulled out my camera, ready to capture the sights and moments of this magical location.
Let me give you a brief overview of Patan Durbar Square. It was once the royal palace of the Malla kings who ruled the Kathmandu Valley. Built between the 12th and 18th centuries, it has become a historical and cultural hub, brimming with temples, shrines, and monuments that exemplify the exquisite craftsmanship of Nepali architecture. With intricate wood carvings, pagoda-style roofs, and finely detailed sculptures, the square offers a mesmerizing visual feast. I had heard of the famous Hiranya Varna Mahavihar (Golden Temple), Mahabouddha Temple, and Maju Deval Temple, but due to my tight schedule, I didn't manage to identify each one specifically. Still, the area’s overall ambiance was enough to captivate me.
My exploration started the moment I was dropped off by my bike rider. The evening air was cool and breezy, a perfect setting to walk through the square. As I ventured in, the lively atmosphere of the square immediately struck me. It was filled with people—locals and tourists alike—all admiring the incredible beauty of the architecture. It was like walking through an open-air museum, yet everything felt alive, buzzing with energy and history.
The first thing that caught my attention was a striking sculpture of a pair of lions. Their design was so intricate and powerful that I couldn’t resist taking several photos from different angles. It was one of those moments where you just stop and admire the details for a while. Moving on, I slowly wandered from one shrine to another, allowing the journey to unfold organically. I didn’t have a set plan or direction in mind. I was simply soaking in the atmosphere and following the paths that intrigued me. There’s something special about getting lost in a place like this, where each turn offers a new discovery.
As I walked through the square, I found myself meandering into courtyards and temples without knowing exactly where I was headed. I entered one gate, followed a narrow passage, and emerged into another quiet courtyard—each space more beautiful and peaceful than the last. I often found myself pausing, taking a deep breath, and just appreciating the craftsmanship that surrounded me. The way the light hit the carvings on the temples, the delicate patterns in the wooden doors, the rich gold details—the place felt like a living testament to Nepal's artistic heritage.
Although I didn’t always know exactly what I was looking at, I felt the serenity of the place. It wasn’t just about snapping pictures. It was about taking the time to truly absorb the beauty of my surroundings. The pace was slow, and the sounds of people quietly admiring the temples and worshiping in the shrines created a peaceful, reflective mood.
At one point, I found myself standing in front of a beautiful statue, its golden sheen glowing in the fading light. I stopped for a moment to reflect on what I was witnessing. There was a deep sense of spirituality in the air—one that was hard to describe but easy to feel. People moved around me, lighting incense, offering prayers, and performing rituals. It felt like I was walking through a space where the past and present met in harmony.
I had no real plan or agenda, but that’s what made the experience so special. I explored the square without the pressure of checking off a list of things to see. I wandered aimlessly, allowing the place to reveal itself to me. Each corner, each turn, brought something new and breathtaking. By the time I realized how much time had passed, the sun had already begun to set, casting a golden glow over the square, making everything feel even more magical.
In the end, I didn’t have a set list of must-see sights, but I didn’t need one. Patan Durbar Square was a place that unfolded naturally, like a living story told through its architecture, its people, and its spiritual presence. It wasn’t just a place to visit—it was a place to experience.
Here are some photos and videos from my visit. I hope they help capture a bit of the beauty and serenity I felt while exploring this magnificent place. If you ever find yourself in Kathmandu, make sure to set aside some time to get lost in the wonders of Patan Durbar Square—it’s a journey you won’t forget.
Wrapping Up a Jam-Packed Day in Kathmandu
Well, I did it—five of Kathmandu's most iconic attractions covered in a single day! It wasn’t easy, and yes, it was a bit tiring, but let me tell you, it was absolutely worth it. That said, if you prefer a more relaxed pace, two days would be just perfect for this kind of exploration. As I moved back to my hostel with a satisfied smile, I thought to myself, “If I could manage my time this efficiently every day, I might just become a millionaire in USD soon!”
I finally made it back to my hostel around 8 PM, but my day was far from over. There were still tasks to complete before calling it a night. First on the list: booking my bus ticket for Pokhara. After a quick freshen-up, I headed to a nearby shop in Thamel to pick up some warm clothing for the colder weather ahead. I bought a woolen muffler, cap, and gloves—all of which were quite good quality. With my shopping done, I moved on to a travel agency and booked a ticket for a Swift Bus to Pokhara for 1,700 NPR. Later, I discovered the actual fare was 1,500 NPR, meaning I paid 200 extra as the agency's commission. A bit of a rookie mistake, but no hard feelings—consider it a tip for their service!
For those looking to save a little money, keep this in mind. After booking the ticket, I stopped by a hiking gear shop to inquire about what I’d need for trekking and whether they offered rentals. The guy handed me a long list of items and some solid advice. However, I decided to hold off on buying anything for now, figuring I’d reassess once I reached Pokhara.
By the time I returned to the hostel, it felt like I had lived an entire week in just one day. But the happiness of exploring Kathmandu outweighed the exhaustion. After a hearty dinner, I collapsed onto my bed, ready for some much-needed rest. With my bus set to leave sharp at 7 AM, it was time to recharge for another exciting adventure.
And that’s how a full day of hard work and fulfilling exploration came to a happy end.
From Kathmandu to Pokhara: A Scenic 8-Hour Bus Journey Through Nepal’s Heartland
After a peaceful night’s sleep, I woke up before sunrise and quickly took care of my morning routine. As with all my past trips, I made the same mistake of packing too many clothes and belongings. Since Nepal is a colder country, I packed extra clothes, which turned out to be unnecessary. I’ll be more mindful of what I pack on my next trip. I had one suitcase weighing about 12-15 kg and a carry bag. Now, I realize a backpack would be much more practical for solo travel.
After checking out of the room and settling all payments, I headed to the main road. The bus pick-up point was about 800 meters from my hostel, so I decided to walk there. It was around 6:20 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen yet, leaving a slight darkness in the air, coupled with a breezy, cold atmosphere. In about 20 minutes, I arrived at the pick-up point. The bus was much better than others I had seen, so I felt good about my choice. The extra 200 I paid was definitely worth it.
At exactly 7:00 AM, the bus started. My seat was two rows away from the middle, and although I had hoped for a seat in the front row, I couldn’t get it. However, the sofa seat I had was comfortable, and I didn’t experience any discomfort. Plus, there was a mobile phone charging switch, which was a great bonus for a long bus journey.
The bus slowly made its way out of downtown Kathmandu on that chilly winter morning. With keen eyes, I looked around, taking in the morning life of the city. People were opening their shops, and the streets were quieter than during the day. I spotted a couple of school kids, chatting happily with the carefree joy of youth and the unmistakable signs of teenage infatuation. Their body language and the happiness in their eyes were heartwarming—seems like "I'm not in love, but oh, I totally am."
As the bus picked up speed, we passed by local markets, and gradually, the pace of business began to rise. I saw a group of people walking together, perhaps on their way to a temple or some other religious site. Their hands were full of flowers and various items for a Puja (ritual worship), and one man was carrying a goat, likely for a religious sacrifice, a tradition in Hindu culture.
After about an hour, the bus made a brief stop for a 15-minute break, giving passengers a chance to freshen up and enjoy some light snacks.
By this time, I had already left the city behind and was on the real adventure, heading toward Pokhara. Kathmandu sits at an altitude of about 1,400 meters above sea level, and as we passed through the winding mountain roads, I enjoyed the lush green valley’s surrounding us. The bus wasn’t going fast, and I was content with that—this was no place for speed. There were some road renovations underway, so we had to slow down frequently.
One thing that stood out to me was the roadside walls adjacent to the mountains, which were quite different from what I’m used to. They had created a cage-like structure using small iron mesh and then filled it with stones, an organized and efficient method without the typical cement and concrete mixture. I noticed this technique throughout the journey.
By 11 AM, we reached a roadside restaurant called Kurintar Retreat, where we stopped for about 30 minutes. Since it was too early for lunch and I had already had some light snacks during an earlier stop, I opted for a pancake instead. Pricing here, like at other roadside eateries, was higher than usual.
Rather than spending much time on food, I decided to explore the surroundings. Kurintar Retreat, nestled along the banks of the Trishuli River, felt like a hidden oasis of tranquility. The gentle sound of the river, harmonizing with the lush greenery and towering hills cloaked in dense foliage, created an atmosphere of pure serenity—far removed from the bustle of daily life. While wandering, I discovered a swimming pool overlooking the river, adding to the charm of the place. I couldn’t resist capturing the beauty, taking random photos and videos of the scenic views. Time seemed to fly by until the bus conductor’s call reminded me it was time to leave. Reluctantly, I returned to the bus, but the memory of this serene spot stayed with me.
As our journey resumed from Kurintar Retreat, the transition from the riverside oasis to the open countryside felt like stepping into a postcard. The lush green valleys stretched endlessly, and the crisp morning air carried the earthy aroma of nature, setting the perfect tone for the adventure ahead.
One of the most mesmerizing sights was the distant Himalayan backdrop that began to reveal itself. Against the clear blue sky, the snow-capped peaks of the Annapurna range stood majestically, with the iconic Machapuchare (Fishtail Mountain) stealing the show. The sheer grandeur of these mountains was captivating and made every glance out of the window feel like a privilege.
Driving along the winding roads that hugged the hillsides, the Trishuli River continued to be our faithful companion. Its turquoise waters sparkled brilliantly under the midday sun, and the occasional sight of rafters braving its rapids brought a sense of excitement to the otherwise serene landscape.
The countryside offered a glimpse into the soul of Nepal. Terraced fields climbed the hills in neat patterns, a testament to the ingenuity of local farmers. Villages dotted the route, each with its charm—children playing carefree, farmers tending their crops, and cattle grazing peacefully nearby. The simplicity and beauty of rural life were heartwarming and inspiring.
Every bend in the road seemed to unveil a new story, a new moment of awe, as we continued toward Pokhara. It was a journey that reminded me why Nepal is often described as heaven on Earth—an experience I’ll treasure forever.
After a long 8-hour bus journey, we finally arrived at the Pokhara Tourist Bus Station around 3 PM. Tired but eager, I quickly checked the distance to my hostel—it was just 1.25 kilometers away. Taxis were available, but the fares seemed steep, with most drivers quoting 300 NPR or more.
Without a second thought, I decided to walk. The fresh air and gentle pace felt like the perfect way to stretch my legs after the long ride. Within 20 minutes, I reached my hostel, completing my journey with a sense of accomplishment.
Pokhara Backpackers Hostel: A Warm Welcome
I had a smooth and hassle-free check-in at Pokhara Backpackers Hostel, which is ideally located close to the serene Phewa Lake. Initially, my plan was to check in the following day, as I had booked the room from 16th to 19th December 2024, but a change in plans brought me to the hostel a day earlier. I had to make a separate booking for the additional night.
At the reception, the staff noticed my two separate bookings and asked if I planned to stay the next three days as well. When I confirmed, they politely suggested canceling the second booking to consolidate my stay at the same rate. Their approach was so genuine and convincing that I immediately agreed. It was a simple and efficient process, and before long, I was settled in my room.
The six-bed dormitory was neatly organized, though not particularly spacious—still, no complaints from me. The first thing I did after unpacking was head to the washroom for a refreshing shower. The washroom was surprisingly spacious and very clean. Coming from Bangladeshi culture, where a bucket and mug are standard bathing tools, I had to adapt to the absence of such amenities.
Given the cooling temperatures, hot water was essential, and although the hostel provided it, I struggled to adjust the temperature properly due to a bad experience in the past. To solve this, I used a bit of Bangali ingenuity: I filled a bottle with hot water, checked the temperature, and used it to bathe comfortably. Once freshened up, I felt completely recharged and ready for the day—but also incredibly hungry.
I wasted no time heading to a nearby family-run restaurant called The Kabab King, which came highly recommended. Since it was my first proper meal of the day, I treated myself to butter chicken with naan. The flavors were divine, and I savored every bite with great satisfaction. It was the perfect end to a busy day of travel, leaving me full and happy.
While waiting for my meal to be served, I decided to take a quick stroll down 6th Street. From a distance, the Annapurna range caught my eye, its peaks glowing with the last rays of daylight. In that moment, it felt like the mountains were speaking to me, whispering, "Hey, look at me! Have you ever seen such beauty before?" Honestly, I hadn’t. But deep down, I knew this view was only a glimpse—just 1% of what I was about to experience during my journey.
Sunset at Phewa Lake: A Moment of Magic
After finishing my lunch, I set off toward Phewa Lake on foot, eager to soak in more of Pokhara’s charm. The streets along the way were lined with pubs, restaurants, and shops, buzzing with life yet calmer due to the off-season. It felt like a walking street, but distinct from the bustling ones in Bangkok or Hanoi. Within ten minutes, I found myself on a lane that led straight to the lake, and what awaited me was nothing short of magical.
As the sun began to dip behind the Annapurna mountain range, the sky transformed into a breathtaking palette of colors—deep oranges, fiery reds, and soothing purples. The tranquil surface of Phewa Lake mirrored this brilliance, creating a reflection so vivid it felt like nature’s masterpiece. Small boats floated silently, their silhouettes adding to the serene charm, while the surrounding hills embraced the lake like a natural amphitheater.
I wandered along the adjacent walkway, capturing moments with my camera and letting the peaceful atmosphere envelop me. The lakeside was dotted with cozy restaurants, their lamplight casting a warm glow on the scene. Some had outdoor seating right on the lake’s edge, where people sat, sipping drinks and reveling in the mesmerizing sunset. Joy and contentment seemed to hang in the air.
I paused at a spot to simply take it all in. The cool breeze carried the faint melodies of a roadside singer, whose soulful tunes complemented the magical evening. For about 45 minutes, I immersed myself in the beauty, peace, and simplicity of that moment before heading back to my hostel to rest and plan for the next day’s adventure.
The sunset at Phewa Lake wasn’t just a sight—it was an experience that stayed with me, a reminder of nature’s unmatched artistry and the joy of living in the moment.
Before coming to Nepal, I only knew of a few popular trekking options, such as the EBC (Everest Base Camp) and ABC (Annapurna Base Camp). However, upon arriving, I discovered that there are thousands of trekking routes to explore! Inspired, I decided to tick one off my bucket list. I planned to do the Poon Hill trek, which is perfect for beginners and can be completed in 3-4 days.
To arrange the trip, I inquired about the route and costs with a local travel agent near my hotel. However, the details and budget they provided felt inconvenient. They explained that since it was the off-season, there were limited tourists, meaning shared transportation wasn’t an option. Instead, I would need to hire a private car for the round trip. They also included the costs for a guide and tea house accommodations, bringing the total to around USD 400.
I checked with a few other agencies, but their quotes were similar, all including the guide and private car. It felt too expensive, so I decided to skip the plan and go with the flow instead. I opted to visit Sarangkot the next day, a much simpler and more budget-friendly option.
After making this decision, I had some light snacks and went to bed early, around 10 PM, as it had been a long day. Here are a few captures from my day!
Day 4: The Real Journey Begins
After a restful sleep, I woke up around 6:30 AM. Waking up early during a trip is always a good way to make the most of the daylight hours. As per my plan, today I was heading to Sarangkot, a place renowned for its stunning sunrise and sunset views. Though my timing didn’t align with either, I was still excited for the journey ahead. Little did I know, this day would bring me one of the most memorable moments of my life.
As always, my first choice of transportation in a foreign country is a motorbike—it offers the best way to take in the sights and experience the local vibe. I booked a bike through the InDrive app, which showed a fare of around NPR 300. It seemed reasonable until the rider called me, explaining that the actual cost would be NPR 1,000 because it was a one-way trip and he wouldn’t find a return passenger. Frustrated, I canceled the request, but this situation repeated with other riders too. Finally, one rider suggested a compromise: NPR 500 for one way. Without further hesitation, I agreed.
The bike arrived within 6 minutes, and by 7:50 AM, we were on our way to Sarangkot. I felt a surge of energy as the journey began.
After about 30 minutes, the rider dropped me off at a point and directed me to trek uphill for 40-50 minutes to reach the Sarangkot viewpoint. Excited and ready to go, I hopped off the bike. However, I realized I hadn’t eaten anything yet and decided to grab breakfast before starting the climb.
Nearby, I found a small restaurant called Fordays Thakali Kitchen. From the outside, it seemed like an ordinary eatery, but as soon as I stepped into the open dining area, I was blown away. The view was breathtaking—snow-capped mountains framed by lush greenery, all from a cozy seating area. It felt like the perfect spot.
I quickly scanned the menu and ordered breakfast: four slices of brown bread, butter, jam, an omelet, and coffee, all for around NPR 250-280. Even if it had cost more, the stunning view alone made it worth every penny. I captured the moment on my phone, knowing that years from now, these photos would bring back the same sense of awe and happiness.
With breakfast done and my energy restored, I was ready to embark on the trek. Here are some photos from the day—yes, I was there, and these memories will last a lifetime!
Exploring Pokhara: A Serene Trek to Sarangkot View Point
Sharp at 9:15 AM, I began my trek into the steep hills of Pokhara, weaving through charming local hillside villages. This wasn’t just a hike; it was an opportunity to unravel Pokhara’s beauty layer by layer, each step revealing a new wonder.
The journey started with an encounter that grounded me in the simplicity of local life. I paused at a courtyard of a local house, where a few chickens roamed freely. The house was modest yet captivating in its charm. Just minutes later, I stumbled upon a breathtaking spot offering a picturesque view of the Annapurna range. In the distance, the majestic Machhapuchhre (Fishtail Mountain) stood tall, its snow-capped peak piercing the sky. I paused to take a few deep breaths, soaking in the crisp mountain air, and capturing the moment through my amateur blogger lens.
Every step was a blend of peace and challenge. The serene beauty of nature inspired me, even as the steep path began to test my stamina. Despite my lack of prior trekking experience, I felt motivated, almost like a seasoned trekker. The tranquil snow-capped peaks brought an immense sense of peace, encouraging me to press on.
After about 30 minutes of climbing, I was thoroughly exhausted, realizing later that this was barely 1% of the physical demands of my trip. Along the way, I discovered a quaint roadside tea house with mesmerizing open-air views. An empty chair and table beckoned me, and I gratefully took a moment to rest and marvel at the indescribable beauty around me. The lady running the place kindly asked if I wanted anything, but I politely declined, not wanting to disturb her further. After soaking in the serenity, I resumed my trek towards the Sarangkot View Point.
The steep road eventually connected me to a proper route where cars passed by. A curious thought crossed my mind: why had my rider dropped me so far down instead of closer to the viewpoint? Despite this, I realized that the trek itself had gifted me with an unforgettable experience. Without this detour, I would have missed the intimate moments of discovery and connection with nature.
After another 10-15 minutes, I finally reached the Sarangkot View Point. To my surprise, a public bus was parked there, revealing that my rider could have easily dropped me at the summit. At first, I felt a twinge of disappointment, but the realization soon set in: had I not started my journey from the lower point, I wouldn’t have experienced the peaceful charm of the villages or the serene beauty of the trail.
Reflecting on the trek, I would suggest future travelers use public transport to reach Sarangkot and plan to stay overnight. Experiencing both sunset and sunrise in this tranquil setting is truly magical and worth every moment.
Pokhara’s layers of beauty unfolded uniquely for me that day, leaving me with memories and insights that will last a lifetime. It was a journey of discovery, resilience, and profound connection with nature’s wonders.
Here are a few moments I captured:
A Soulful Escape to Sarangkot
Reaching the top of Sarangkot, my legs felt like they might give up for good—but the view was absolutely worth it. Standing there, gazing at the Annapurna Range with peaks like Machhapuchhre and Dhaulagiri towering above, I felt like a tiny speck in their grand shadow. Pictures don’t do justice to the raw beauty of those snow-capped giants.
The air was crisp, the sky clear, and the mountains stretched endlessly, their snowy peaks sparkling like diamonds under the sun. It felt magical, like stepping into a movie scene. I stood there for what seemed like forever, not wanting to miss a single moment of that unfiltered, breathtaking beauty.
In awe, I called my wife to share the experience. Her playful response: “So you didn’t bring me, and now you’re showing me from there?” Classic! Pointing out the peaks, she innocently asked why I wasn’t climbing them. I laughed, explaining, “They look close, but they’re a world away.” My son, on the other hand, was so enchanted by the view he joked about “popping out of the mobile” to join me. His innocence added a warm touch to an already magical moment.
After the call, I sat quietly, soaking in the serenity. The mountains seemed to absorb all my worries, leaving me with a sense of rebirth. The calm and peace of that place felt like a reset button for my soul.
Nearby, I explored a small temple nestled in the landscape. Simple and serene, it added to the charm of the experience. From the temple, the views were equally stunning, and I could see why it’s a favorite spot for reflection.
One memorable encounter was with Bishwokarma Kiran, a local who kindly helped me with photos and shared insights about the area. His warmth and enthusiasm made the experience even richer. We later connected on Facebook and continue to keep in touch—a testament to how travel isn’t just about places but also the people you meet.
I spent three blissful hours at Sarangkot, capturing photos, breathing in the tranquility, and simply being present. By the time I left, I felt a profound sense of peace and gratitude. Sarangkot isn’t just a destination—it’s an experience that stays with you, reminding you of the world’s beauty and your place in it.
For me, it was a humbling yet invigorating reminder to pause, reflect, and reconnect with both nature and myself.
Exploring the Sacred Bindhyabasini Temple
My initial plan was to walk back the same way I came, as going downhill wouldn’t have been an issue. However, due to time constraints, I looked for a quicker option. Luckily, there’s a cable car service from Sarangkot to the valley below in Pokhara. To save time, I opted for it. The one-way ticket cost me NPR 700, while a round trip is NPR 1,000. The ride only takes about 10 minutes, making it a convenient alternative.
For those planning to visit, I recommend taking a public bus to Sarangkot during the daytime, which costs only around NPR 100. Spend the entire day there and consider staying overnight in a tea house to enjoy the serene night views, sunrise, and sunset. A short visit won’t do justice to the beauty of the area. Staying longer is more economical and allows ample time to fully explore and appreciate the stunning surroundings.
After an exhilarating morning at Sarangkot, I decided to head to Bindhyabasini Temple, about 10 kilometers away. Time was tight, so I called for a bike ride. The app showed one price, but I ended up paying an extra NPR 60. It’s one of those small travel hiccups you just go with. The ride itself was pleasant, and I reached the temple around 2:30 PM.
On arrival, I discovered a lift service that cost NPR 100, which was a huge relief as it saved me from the steep climb. It was a quick and convenient way to reach the temple, giving me more time to explore.
The moment I stepped into the temple complex, I felt a calming shift in the atmosphere. The sound of bells and the scent of incense filled the air, creating a peaceful ambiance. Bindhyabasini Temple is a sacred site for Hindus, dedicated to the goddess Bhagwati. Devotees were busy offering prayers and rituals, and I couldn’t help but be drawn into the spiritual energy of the place.
The temple itself is simple yet stunning, perched on a hill with panoramic views of the Annapurna Range and Pokhara Valley. I stood in the courtyard for a while, taking in the views and the serenity around me. It felt like a perfect balance between spirituality and natural beauty.
I spent about 30-45 minutes there, exploring the temple and soaking in the tranquil surroundings. Watching the faith and devotion of the visitors was humbling, and the experience left me feeling peaceful and reflective.
If you’re planning to visit, try to go in the early morning or late afternoon when it’s quieter and the views are clearer. The lift is a great option if you’re short on time or want to avoid the climb. Bindhyabasini Temple isn’t just a destination—it’s a soulful experience that stays with you long after you leave.
Moments Captured at Bindhyabasini Temple
Seti River Bridge: A Disappointing Stop in an Otherwise Memorable Day
My third destination of the day was the Seti River Bridge, which I reached around 3:30 PM. Having read some good recommendations beforehand, I was eager to check it out, expecting to be wowed by the views and the unique features of the Seti River Gorge.
The Seti River is known for its milky-white waters and narrow gorge, with parts of the river disappearing into deep crevices carved out over centuries. The bridge is a popular vantage point to observe this natural wonder, and for geology enthusiasts or those interested in Pokhara’s landscapes, it might hold some appeal.
However, I found the experience underwhelming. While the gorge and river are interesting in concept, the overall setting failed to leave an impression. For me, it felt like a waste of time and money, especially compared to the other incredible spots I had visited earlier in the day.
That said, experiences can be subjective, and you might enjoy the visit if you have a particular interest in natural geology or want to tick another spot off your list. For me, though, this was the only disappointment in an otherwise memorable day.
Sunset Serenity and Shared Moments at Phewa Lake
By 4:15 PM, I found myself back at the serene Phewa Lake. The day had been long, and hunger was starting to creep in. However, I decided to forgo a proper meal for now and settled for a light snack instead. This is a common theme during my foreign trips — skipping lunch in favor of small bites while saving my appetite for hearty breakfasts and dinners as a treat.
Meanwhile, I realized I had run out of cigarettes. I must pause here to share a heartfelt plea: please don’t start smoking. It’s one of the most addictive substances in the world. I’ve tried countless times to quit but have failed each time. If you’re a non-smoker, I urge you never to start. If you do smoke, I won’t preach — as I’m in the same boat. But I can tell you, it’s a habit I deeply regret. Back to the moment — I gave in to my craving and bought a single cigarette from a nearby shop for 60 NPR. The price felt like daylight robbery, but I had no choice.
The plan for the evening was clear: a boat ride on Phewa Lake. When I inquired at the boat rental counter, I was informed that the hourly charge was 1000 NPR. Each boat could accommodate a maximum of five people, excluding the boat rider. As a solo traveler, the cost felt steep, so I decided to join a group to share the expense.
Initially, I approached one group, but they were already at capacity. After waiting a while, I spotted a larger group of 14 people. When I requested to join them, they kindly agreed as it fit the maximum limit perfectly. We quickly grabbed our life jackets — safety always comes first, even for the best swimmers.
The group was from South India, and they initially assumed I was Indian too, perhaps from Kolkata, given the cultural similarities. When I clarified that I was from Bangladesh, one of them jokingly teased his friend, saying, “Be careful, he might kill you,” referencing the recent tensions between India and Bangladesh. Laughing, I replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll spare him — he seems nice!” It was a lighthearted exchange that set a cheerful tone for the journey.
Our boat ride began at the dock, heading toward Tal Barahi Temple, a small yet significant shrine situated on an island in the middle of Phewa Lake. The ride was delightful, with everyone enjoying the picturesque surroundings. A little further, I noticed groups using self-rowing boats, their enthusiasm adding to the lively atmosphere. Our group even engaged in playful banter, poking fun at each other about which boat was faster.
After about 20-25 minutes, we reached Tal Barahi Temple. This two-story pagoda-style temple is dedicated to the Hindu goddess Durga, a symbol of power and protection. Nestled in the middle of the lake, the temple offered a peaceful retreat surrounded by water and nature. We spent around 15-20 minutes exploring the area and soaking in the spiritual ambiance.
As we started our journey back, the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the lake. The sunset at Phewa Lake is truly mesmerizing, with hues of orange and pink painting the sky. Birds were gracefully flying back to their nests, creating a scene straight out of a painting. I even spotted a couple kayaking at a steady pace, their silhouettes beautifully outlined against the setting sun. The panoramic views from the boat were breathtaking, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the experience.
By the time we returned, the sun had almost set, leaving behind a tranquil twilight. When I offered to pay my share of the boat rental, one of the group members politely declined, saying, “Please treat it as a gesture of friendship. You seem like a generous person.” Their kindness left me deeply touched, and with heartfelt thanks, we bid each other farewell.
With the day’s adventure coming to an end, I made my way back to the hostel, cherishing the memories of this beautiful journey. Here are some snapshots from Phewa Lake, capturing the magic of the day.
After a much-needed couple of hours of rest, I started planning for the next day. What should I do? Trekking had been on my bucket list for a decade, but when I checked the costs with trekking agencies, my enthusiasm took a nosedive. Was trekking really worth emptying my wallet?
As if that wasn’t enough, my overthinking brain went into overdrive. Could I even do it? Was trekking as hard as it looked in those Instagram posts? And what about the cold? Would I end up shivering on the side of a mountain, regretting all my life choices? The doubts were real, and I was close to shelving the whole idea.
That’s when my hostel roommate, a seasoned traveler with a knack for reading people, stepped in. She saw my dilemma and said, “Why not try a day trek instead of a multi-day one? You’ll get a taste of trekking without the big commitment. Dhampus is perfect for that.”
I was still skeptical. “Me? Trek? Are you sure?” I asked, already picturing myself being carried back down the mountain by a rescue team.
She smiled and shook her head. “You’re overthinking it. Trust me—you’ll do better than you think. You’re just letting fear and misinformation get the better of you. Start small. You might surprise yourself!”
Her words stayed with me. Maybe she was right. Maybe trekking wasn’t the impossible mission I’d built it up to be. Inspired by her confidence in me, I decided to take the plunge and planned a trek to Dhampus.
A Little About Dhampus
Dhampus is a peaceful, postcard-worthy village about 23 kilometers northwest of Pokhara, perched at an altitude of 1,650 meters (5,413 feet). It’s known for its stunning views of the Annapurna range and the iconic Machhapuchhre (Fishtail) peak. Home to the Gurung community, Dhampus is also a gateway to popular treks like the Annapurna Base Camp and Mardi Himal.
For me, though, it wasn’t just a village. It was a chance to prove to myself that I could take on something I’d been putting off for years.
Wrapping Up Day 4
With my trekking plan set, I headed out for an evening stroll to soak in the vibrant energy of Pokhara. Somehow, I found myself back at Kabab King for dinner. Treating myself to some delicious mutton kebabs felt like the perfect way to end the day.
As I made my way back to the hostel, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Just a few hours earlier, trekking had seemed like an insurmountable challenge. Now, I was ready to take my first steps into the mountains.
And that’s how Day 4 ended—filled with good food, new inspiration, and the thrill of the unknown waiting just beyond the horizon.
Day 5: A Journey of Discovery and Adventure
The morning began on a serene note, setting the tone for an exciting day ahead. I woke up at 6:30 AM, feeling refreshed and ready for the day’s adventures.
As I was leaving the hostel, my new friend Prashant stopped me, an Indian traveler I had met at the hostel and his talents were evident from the start (more on him later). He curiously asked where I was going. When I told him about my breakfast mission, he surprised me with a delightful revelation: the hostel provided complimentary breakfast! At first, I found it hard to believe. A hostel with an 800 NPR nightly rate offering free breakfast? Unlikely! But Prashant encouraged me to double-check my booking details. Sure enough, it was there—complimentary breakfast included! Why spend extra when it’s already provided?
The breakfast, though simple, was delicious and comforting. Two large slices of bread cooked in an egg mixture were topped with fresh watermelon and banana slices. Honey was provided to drizzle over the meal, and a warm cup of black coffee rounded it out. It wasn’t a luxurious spread, but it was hearty and satisfying. I couldn’t help but chuckle at how I’d missed this little perk the day before. Note to self: always pay attention to the details!
With our bellies full and spirits high, we set off. A car arrived to take us to Baglung Bus Park, the main hub for reaching Annapurna region destinations. Three of us from the hostel shared the ride. One traveler was heading to Mardi Himal, while my co-trekker and I were bound for Dhampus—an ideal destination for first-time trekkers like us. The short 10-15 minute drive cost us 600 NPR in total, or 200 NPR each—a fair and convenient deal.
At the bus park, our driver arranged with the bus conductor for our drop-off at Phedi, while the other traveler was heading to Kande. The one-hour bus ride was priced at 100 NPR per person—an excellent deal for the distance covered. By 9:00 AM, we arrived at Phedi, the starting point of our trek.
Phedi, located at an altitude of 1,130m, is about 5 kilometers from Dhampus, which sits at 1,650m. The trek usually takes 2-3 hours and is known for its steep ascent. Energized and excited, we began the climb. Within minutes, we found ourselves in a quaint Nepali village that felt like stepping back in time. Traditional stone-and-mud houses, painted in vivid hues of blue and red, stood amidst blooming marigolds. The sloping roofs, often covered in corrugated sheets, added to the rustic charm. Surrounding the homes were terraced farmlands, glistening golden with ripened rice fields and lush green with young maize. Farmers, dressed in traditional Nepali attire, worked diligently, their movements blending seamlessly with the picturesque landscape.
While navigating the village, I asked a local man for directions to Dhampus. He kindly pointed us toward a shortcut—a steep, stone-paved path that tested our stamina. Along the way, we encountered cheerful children. My co-trekker offered them chocolates, which they eagerly accepted with bright smiles. Moments like these made the trek even more rewarding.
After about an hour of climbing, we connected to a more structured route. Feeling the strain, we decided to rest for a moment. In the distance, I noticed a tourist car approaching. My curiosity piqued, I waved it down and asked the driver where he was heading and how much he’d charge to take us to Dhampus. Initially, he quoted 500 NPR, but we negotiated it down to 200 NPR. It was an extra ride for him but a huge help for us.
Later, we learned that private jeeps or taxis from Phedi to Dhampus typically charge 1,500-2,000 NPR for groups of 5-6 people. Thanks to the impromptu ride, we reached Dhampus within 20-30 minutes, saving time and energy. The trek, though tiring, had been incredibly fulfilling. Dhampus awaited us with more wonders to uncover, and I couldn’t wait to explore its beauty.
Dhampus Peak: Where Dreams Touch the Sky
The moment we reached Dhampus Peak, the clock read 10:30 AM. A gentle, cool breeze swept across the ridge, carrying whispers from the mighty Annapurna and Dhaulagiri mountain ranges. The sun’s rays filtered through the crisp mountain air, wrapping me in a soothing warmth. It felt as if nature herself was offering me a warm embrace.
Standing there, gazing at the towering peaks, I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined the mountains speaking to me: “Welcome, my friend! You’ve finally arrived where your heart has longed to be for years!” It wasn’t just a greeting; it was an acknowledgment of a journey fulfilled.
Back in Bangladesh, I used to visit a serene hill trek area called Bandarban. I had been there twice, but staying overnight in a mountain-side retreat was always a distant dream—either too expensive or fully booked. I often found myself yearning to be surrounded by mountains, to sit quietly and hear the whispers of my soul, to lose myself in the sacred stillness of nature.
Mountains have a unique spiritual aura—a sacred stillness that cannot be found elsewhere. The breeze carries a sense of peace, and the view from the peak is like a portal to another world. Standing at Dhampus, I felt as if the valley below represented my past, the winding trails were the struggles and triumphs of my journey, and the peak—where I now stood—was my present.
This moment was more than a dream come true. It was a symphony of emotions, a tapestry of thoughts woven into reality. The sacred calm of the mountains enveloped me, and I felt as though I had stepped into a poem—a living, breathing ode to life itself.
As I stood there, I felt connected not just to the mountains but to myself. The world below seemed so distant, and yet, I knew it had shaped the person I was today. Dreams, I realized, don’t just come true—they bring along gifts far greater than we could ever imagine. Dhampus Peak wasn’t just a destination; it was a conversation with my soul, a celebration of the journey, and a promise that there are always higher peaks to reach.
Journey to the Australian Base Camp: Through the Heart of Dhampus Village
At around 11 AM, my real expedition to the Australian Base Camp began as I ventured through the enchanting Dhampus Village. The journey took me along a beautifully crafted stone-paved route, nestled in the middle of the village. The path was lined with quaint stone houses, each reflecting the unique charm of Dhampus. These homes, built with local stone and neatly plastered with mud, were a testament to the villagers’ skillful craftsmanship and connection to their heritage.
As I walked, I saw the locals immersed in their daily chores, a group of construction workers laboring to build a new house nearby. The sight of their diligence, coupled with the serene ambiance of the village, added life to the tranquil environment. After a short walk, I stumbled upon a particularly striking stone-paved house. Its structure, covered meticulously with smooth mud, exuded an understated beauty. I couldn’t resist pausing to admire and capture its charm through my lens.
The narrow lanes of Dhampus provided an intimate glimpse into the villagers’ simple yet fulfilling lives. The air was calm, the surroundings serene, and every step I took seemed to immerse me deeper into the village’s timeless beauty. As I walked, the majestic mountains loomed in the distance like steadfast companions of nature. Occasionally, I looked down into the valley below, marveling at its depth and the natural artistry of the landscape.
Every 10 to 15 minutes, I found myself halting at picturesque spots, unable to resist the urge to soak in the silence of Mother Nature. One such stop was at a vantage point near the edge of the path, where another beautiful stone house stood. From there, I caught a stunning view of the Annapurna and Machhapuchhre (Fishtail) Mountains. The latter’s name initially challenged my pronunciation, leading to some humorous and embarrassing moments as I mistakenly referred to it as "MashaPussy." Laughing at myself, I began singing a random tune in my worst voice, enjoying the freedom to embrace imperfection and find joy in the moment.
Further along, I discovered a spot with a perfect view of the Machhapuchhre Mountain. The sight was so breathtaking that I snapped a photo, which later became the cover image on my phone—a constant reminder of this unforgettable journey.
As I moved beyond the village, the path transitioned into a dense forest, a refreshing change that added an adventurous touch to the trek. The local traveling route meandered through towering trees, their canopies creating a natural shield from the sun while allowing specks of sunlight to pierce through, casting mesmerizing patterns on the forest floor. The route was interspersed with small clearings, offering occasional glimpses of the distant mountains, each more awe-inspiring than the last.
The forest trail was alive with the sounds of chirping birds, rustling leaves, and the faint murmur of distant streams, making it a sensory delight for nature lovers. Its significance for tourists lies not only in its serene beauty but also in the authentic experience it provides. The route allows travelers to connect deeply with nature, away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
For adventurers and photographers, this path is a treasure trove of breathtaking views and hidden spots. It offers ample opportunities to pause and absorb the tranquil ambiance, making every step a part of the journey rather than just a means to an end. As the trail gradually ascended, I felt a sense of accomplishment with every turn, knowing I was closer to the Australian Base Camp.
As I ventured deeper into the dense forest, the silence around me was almost surreal. For 30 to 40 minutes, I walked continuously, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature—rustling leaves and occasional bird calls. The peacefulness was both calming and a little unnerving, as I hadn’t seen another person for what felt like ages.
At one point, I found myself pausing to make sure I was still on the right path to the Australian Base Camp. The trail was clear, marked by footprints and signs of previous travelers, but the absence of people made it feel a bit isolated. It had been 40 to 45 minutes since I last saw anyone, likely because it was the off-season, with fewer trekkers on the route.
Even so, the forest’s tranquil beauty gave me the confidence to press on. Each step felt like a small adventure, with the path ahead promising more discoveries.
Lost and Found: A Twist on the Way to Australian Base Camp
After about an hour of trekking through the dense forest, we finally emerged into a new village. The sight of human faces was both a relief and a reality check after feeling isolated for so long. For a moment, I had been filled with nervousness and confusion, questioning if we were lost in the forest. Even Google Maps offered no guidance in this remote area, adding to the sense of uncertainty.
As we walked through the unnamed village, a man greeted us warmly and struck up a conversation, asking where we were heading and where we had come from. His cheerful demeanor quickly turned into laughter, leaving us puzzled. Then came the twist—he told us, "You’ve completely taken the wrong route!" His words hit like a sudden jolt, leaving us startled. What on earth had we done?
The kind man pointed us in the right direction, explaining that a stone-caved stairway uphill would reconnect us to the correct trail toward the Australian Base Camp. With a mix of relief and suspense, we marched ahead, following his directions. Soon, we found the spot he described and encountered another local. We asked him to confirm if we were back on the right path. He nodded but added, "It’s not the best option now. You’ve already come a long way, and this route might turn you back."
With uncertainty lingering, we decided to keep going. Shortly after, we met a local woman and explained our predicament. Despite the language barrier, she understood the situation and gave us directions. However, the route seemed complex and unfamiliar, especially after already taking a wrong turn. Not wanting to risk getting lost again, I hesitated. Summoning my courage, I politely asked if she could guide us herself, explaining our worries about navigating this unmarked trail.
To my immense relief, she agreed to help. I silently thanked the universe for her kindness as we prepared to trek together. The woman’s presence gave us much-needed reassurance, and we followed her lead.
The next 20 to 23 minutes were an uphill trek through a rare local shortcut used only occasionally by villagers. The path was steep, rugged, and completely off the beaten track. Without her guidance, I’m certain we would have been utterly lost. The forest seemed to close in, and the route was nothing like the well-defined trails we had been on earlier.
Finally, we reconnected with the correct path to the Australian Base Camp. I couldn’t help but feel deeply grateful to the unnamed lady who had taken time out of her day to help strangers in need. Her kindness turned what could have been a hostile situation into an experience I’ll never forget. As we parted ways, I silently vowed to remember her generosity and carry it forward.
This unexpected detour taught me that sometimes, getting lost isn’t the end of the journey—it’s where the real adventure begins.
A Surprise Discovery on the Way to Australian Base Camp
After bidding a heartfelt goodbye to the kind-hearted lady who had guided us back on track, we resumed our trek toward Australian Base Camp—our ultimate destination for the day. The path ahead was a beautifully structured stone-caved trail, with clear markers pointing toward the camp. Despite the relief of being back on course, I couldn’t shake off the tension from earlier when we realized we’d taken the wrong route.
But sometimes, those unexpected detours add an unplanned layer of adventure that no itinerary could ever match. As we walked, I noticed locals passing by—though not too frequently, just enough to confirm we were on the right path. The trail itself was a mild incline, manageable and even enjoyable after the earlier rugged climb.
After just 15 minutes of trekking, we stumbled upon a sight that left me in awe. At the top of the mountain, a vast green field unfolded before us—like a giant football field perched amidst the clouds. I later learned that this kind of open, grassy space in the mountains is often called a meadow.
This particular meadow, as I discovered while exploring, was a popular camping spot. The clear signs of tent setups and fire pits hinted at the adventures and stories this place must have witnessed. It felt surreal standing there, imagining the countless travelers who had camped under the stars at this very spot.
Overwhelmed with excitement and relief, I decided to capture the moment with a short video. As I recorded, I recounted our earlier misadventure—how we had lost our way, the unexpected detour, and the kind lady who became our guide. Reliving those moments on camera made me appreciate how the twists and turns of the journey added to its charm.
Standing in that serene meadow, with the cool mountain breeze brushing against me, I felt an incredible sense of accomplishment. It was a reminder that even the wrong paths can lead to remarkable places and unforgettable memories.
The Final Ascent to Australian Base Camp: A Journey Worth Every Step
After spending a few moments soaking in the beauty of the meadow, we resumed our trek toward the Australian Base Camp. It didn’t take long to spot a direction marker pointing uphill toward our destination. The route ahead, however, was intimidatingly steep. Google Maps showed just 500 meters to go, but those numbers couldn’t begin to describe the challenge.
Every step felt like a battle against gravity and my own exhaustion. The long hours of trekking since morning were catching up with me, and my legs felt like they weighed a ton. There were moments when I questioned whether the view at the top could truly justify all this effort. But giving up wasn’t an option. With sheer determination, I pushed on, step by step, through the unrelenting climb.
What should have been a short walk stretched into a grueling 45-minute struggle. When we finally reached the summit at around 2:30 PM, all the exhaustion, doubts, and sweat were instantly forgotten.
Standing at the Australian Base Camp was like stepping into a dream. The Annapurna Range loomed before me, a colossal natural screen displaying the world’s most stunning high-definition view. Snow-capped peaks, including Annapurna South, Hiunchuli, and the legendary Machhapuchhre (Fishtail), gleamed under the sun, framed by a brilliant blue sky. The sheer beauty of it all was overwhelming—it felt like nature’s masterpiece had been unveiled just for me.
But there was more to the camp than just its iconic view. After catching my breath, I began exploring. The first order of business was finding food, and I quickly discovered a cozy restaurant. Without hesitation, I ordered Dal Bhat, the national dish of trekkers. For NPR 500.00, I was served a meal that tasted like pure joy. Maybe it was my hunger, or maybe it was the magic of the mountains, but every bite felt heavenly. Instead of eating inside, I chose to dine in the open air, facing the Annapurna Range. As I enjoyed my meal, the crisp mountain air and the breathtaking view gave me a sense of euphoria I’ll never forget.
While savoring my food, I noticed a group of middle-aged women, likely from Japan, wandering around the camp. They were singing, laughing, and radiating joy. Their energy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but clap along as they sang and danced at a nearby table. The camp was alive with the simple happiness of people celebrating their journey.
After finishing my meal, I leaned back on the bench, letting the peaceful vibe of the camp wash over me. The sky above was a canvas of fluffy white clouds, and gazing at it gave me an otherworldly sense of calm. Time seemed to pause as I lay there, soaking it all in. At some point, I drifted into a brief but blissful nap, right there under the open sky.
When I woke up, my trekking companion reminded me that we needed to leave by 4:00 PM to make it down safely before dark. For a fleeting moment, I considered staying overnight. The idea of watching the stars from this heavenly spot was incredibly tempting. But since my companion wasn’t keen on staying, I had no choice but to leave.
Australian Base Camp isn’t just a trekker’s destination—it’s an experience that stays with you long after you leave. The camp is surrounded by lush meadows, vibrant wildflowers, and dense forests, offering a tranquil escape like no other. It’s a place to relax, connect with fellow adventurers, and soak in the breathtaking beauty of the Annapurna Range.
The camp is perfect for photographers, stargazers, or anyone simply looking to find peace in nature’s embrace. Whether you’re enjoying a hearty meal, marveling at the sunrise, or basking in the joy of fellow travelers, every moment here feels magical.
As we began our descent at 4:10 PM, I felt a mix of joy and nostalgia. This place wasn’t just another stop on my journey—it was a milestone, a reminder of the rewards that come from perseverance, and a memory I’ll cherish for a lifetime. Even as we walked down the trail, I knew that a piece of my heart would always remain at Australian Base Camp.
At around 4:10 PM, we began our descent to Kande, choosing the Australian Base Camp-Kande route as the best way to return to Pokhara. Standing at an altitude of 2,060 meters, with Kande sitting at 1,770 meters below, we knew the trek downhill wouldn’t take as long—typically, it requires 1.5 to 2 hours. However, I set my mind on completing it in about an hour, having already experienced everything we’d hoped for. The trail was downhill, so the pace was smooth, with no challenging climbs.
As we moved along, the path came alive with fellow trekkers—some ascending, others descending. It was clear that this was a popular route to Australian Base Camp. I couldn’t help but compare it to the Phedi-Dhampus-Australian Base Camp route we had taken earlier to reach the camp. That route was much easier and less steep, making it ideal for first-timers. In contrast, the Kande-Australian Base Camp trail was far steeper, a real test of endurance. For anyone new to trekking, I’d strongly recommend starting with the Phedi-Dhampus-Australian Base Camp route. It’s not just gentler—it also offers the convenience of reaching Dhampus directly by private jeep.
The return trail, however, had its charm. We passed through serene forests, surrounded by rhododendron and oak trees, with panoramic views of the valley that felt like scenes from a postcard. Nature was in full display, and it was hard not to pause and soak it all in.
Soon, we encountered a group of tourists resting on the side of the path, their tired faces telling the story of the steep climb. We exchanged smiles and greetings, offering each other encouragement as we continued. About 20–25 minutes later, we came across a group of schoolchildren trekking uphill. Their youthful energy seemed to be fading under the weight of the climb. Among them was a tourist lady who looked completely drained, her face flushed with exhaustion.
I smiled to myself, wishing I could tell her, “Hang in there! The uphill trek is tough, but once you reach the top, the view will wash away every ounce of your tiredness—it’s magic!” It reminded me of my own struggle earlier in the day and how the breathtaking view had made it all worthwhile.
As we moved further, we passed a couple resting on a steep stone path. The journey was dotted with moments like these—people pausing, catching their breath, and finding joy in the small victories of the trek. The path wound its way through traditional Gurung villages, where terraced fields stretched across the hillsides. The vibrant greenery and pastoral charm were captivating, making every step feel like a walk through a living painting.
By 5:20 PM, we arrived at Kande, feeling triumphant. Just as we reached, a bus pulled up as if waiting for us. We climbed aboard, and within 1.5 hours, we were back at the hostel, reflecting on a day full of accomplishment and joy. This trek may have been small in the grand scheme of things, but for me, it was monumental. It shattered my fears about trekking and gave me the confidence to dream of more challenging adventures in the future.
However, the day wasn’t over yet. When I got to my bed, I noticed a man giving me a rather disapproving look. Confused, I learned he was a German guest, and the bed I was lying on had been assigned to him earlier that day. The mistake was mine—I had forgotten to inform reception about extending my stay, and they had reassigned my bed in my absence. Thankfully, the staff quickly resolved the issue, giving me another bed in the same room, albeit on the upper bunk. It was a bit of a letdown, but I took it as a lesson to always update reception about my plans.
That evening, I kept things simple—no grand celebrations, just a quiet dinner at a nearby restaurant. By 10 PM, I was in bed, replaying the day in my mind. It had been a trek filled with challenges, discoveries, and personal growth. For a dreamer like me, this wasn’t just a trek—it was a small but significant step toward conquering bigger trails in the future.
Day 6: Serendipity, Stories & Untaken Leaps
The day began with a peaceful sleep, and my mind drifted back to a conversation I had the night before with my German roommate. Sadly, I either forgot his name or never quite caught it right—so, for now, let’s call him the “Nameless Guy.”
This gentleman was unlike most people I’ve encountered. While many of us are deeply attached to material possessions and focused on accumulating more, he seemed to live in an entirely different realm. Originally from a small, less-famous urban city in Germany, he described his life in the simplest terms. "I don’t own anything significant," he said. "I might have inherited a house after my father passed away, but beyond that, I have no major assets."
When I shared my dream of visiting 40 countries by the age of 40, he responded in a way that caught me off guard. Having just turned 40 himself a month and a half ago, he began to calculate how many countries he’d visited so far. After counting, he concluded it was around 15 or 16 countries, excluding those in Europe. It was an interesting revelation to hear from someone who had such a unique perspective on life.
Unlike most of us, he doesn’t have a regular job. Instead, he works just 3-4 months a year and spends the rest of his time traveling. He jokingly referred to himself as "poor," which made me laugh. I couldn’t help but reply sarcastically, "Your definition of poor is quite different from ours!" But he gently clarified, "No, no. My annual income is less than €12,000, which is below the taxable threshold in Germany, so I don’t pay any income tax."
What struck me most was the story of his two-year bicycle road trip from Morocco to Spain. With only a bicycle, basic supplies, and a tent, he survived on the road, living a life that seemed like something out of a movie. He shared fascinating stories—like the time a drunk man woke him in the middle of the night in Morocco, leaving him both terrified and amused. He talked about fishing in the serene lakes of Sweden and many other experiences that sounded like fairy tales.
For a moment, I found myself comparing my life with his. While he embraced simplicity and lived in the present, we often find ourselves trapped in a never-ending cycle of wanting more. Our focus on the future prevents us from enjoying the present. His stories made me pause and reflect on the beauty of living a life free of unnecessary burdens.
Despite our praise for his adventures, he was humble to the core, gently denying any notion of extraordinary achievement. He mentioned spending two months in Nepal and trekking to the Everest Base Camp using the same route taken by the first expeditioners in the 1970s and 80s.
It was inspiring and humbling to meet someone so deeply connected with the world yet detached from materialism. For me, it was more than a conversation—it was a wake-up call to rethink what truly matters in life.
After freshening up, I headed to the dining area for breakfast, accompanied by my Indian roommate, Prashant. Hailing from Mumbai, Prashant is an exceptionally sharp and savvy IT professional. Over breakfast, I couldn’t help but admire his knack for negotiation and saving money—traits he seems to have mastered effortlessly.
The previous night, we had chatted about his plans for today. He mentioned that he had already booked a bungee jumping adventure through a local agent for just 6,300 NPR, a steal compared to the typical offers of 6,500–7,000 NPR or more. "This guy is a genius at negotiation," I thought. Everywhere he went, he managed to secure a better deal, often shaving off just enough to make a noticeable difference.
Speaking of saving money, dinner last night was a prime example of his cost-conscious approach. I had initially planned to dine at a restaurant where a meal would have cost me somewhere between 500–1,000 NPR. Prashant overheard and immediately insisted, “Come with me. I’ll take you to an authentic Nepali place that’s affordable and worth it.” Intrigued, I followed him on a 15–20-minute walk. We were staying on 5th Street, and the restaurant was on 13th Street—a bit of a trek but totally worth it.
The place was called “Annapurna Bhancha”, and the prices left me pleasantly surprised. A vegetarian thali cost just 125 NPR, while a mutton thali was 350 NPR. The food, while not luxurious, was satisfying and authentic. “Why spend more when you can get this quality for less?” Prashant remarked. He wasn’t wrong, and his logic was simple but impactful: save money for better purposes. “It’s in Indian genes,” I teased him. It was a compliment, of course—his resourcefulness was something I truly admired.
This morning’s breakfast, however, didn’t quite hit the mark for me. It was puri and dhal—a typical Indian breakfast. While it might be a favorite for some, I wasn’t particularly excited. Judging by the expressions around me, I wasn’t the only one feeling a tad disappointed.
As we ate, Prashant suggested I join him for his bungee jumping adventure. “It’ll be fun! And if you’re free, why not?” he urged. Bungee jumping has been on my bucket list for over a decade. I’ve dreamt about it countless times but never mustered the courage to take the leap—literally.
Today wasn’t any different; I still wasn’t sure I had it in me. Yet, with no specific plans for the day, I decided to tag along with Prashant. Who knows? Maybe watching him take the plunge would finally inspire me to conquer my fear.
And so, the day begins—a mix of curiosity, hesitation, and a hint of adventure. Let’s see where it leads!
By 9:15 AM, we arrived at the bungee jumping point, with the package conveniently including pick-up and drop-off from the hotel. Our ride to the location was in a trunk-type car, with space in the back for luggage and equipment. Joining us on this adventure were three others from India: two young girls and a middle-aged woman, who we later learned was the mother of one girl and the aunt of the other. Two girls were there to try bungee jumping as well, making our group an interesting mix of personalities.
On the way, Prashant couldn’t resist his usual teasing. “Do you know what the trunk is for?” he asked, smirking. “It’s to carry bodies when someone falls from the bungee.” His sarcastic humor hit differently this time—it lingered in my mind, adding a touch of nervousness to my already hesitant thoughts.
The girls, who were from Delhi, were friendly and chatty, and we struck up a quick conversation. They shared that they had booked a couple bungee jump, which piqued my curiosity. The thought of them jumping gave me a little boost of confidence. "If they can do it, maybe I can too," I thought, trying to brush off my lingering doubts.
When we finally arrived at the jumping point, the atmosphere was calm but shrouded in a thick fog. The visibility was poor, and the view from the jumping platform—usually a highlight of the experience—was hidden. We discussed the situation with the officials, who reassured us that the fog would clear within 15–20 minutes.
In the meantime, the group began the formalities. Since they had all pre-booked and confirmed their slots earlier, there wasn’t much paperwork, but they still needed to attend a detailed safety briefing and training session before the jump. While they prepared, I took in the surroundings, shrouded in mist, and tried to calm my nerves.
True to the officials’ word, the fog started to lift as we waited. By 10:00 AM, the sky had cleared enough to reveal the stunning view around the jumping point. With the fog dissipating, so did a bit of my hesitation. The vibrant energy of the group, especially the excitement of the young girls, was contagious. It felt like the perfect setup for something memorable.
Would I finally take the leap? Time would tell.
The training session before the bungee jump was thorough and led by a professional instructor. Both of the young girls stood beside instructor, listening attentively as the instructor explained every detail: how to jump, what to expect during the swing, and what actions to take after the swing. It was clear they were focused, absorbing every bit of guidance.
After the briefing, another staff member stepped in to equip them with the necessary safety gear. Within 5–10 minutes, they were ready. With the formalities completed, including signing a disclaimer, they moved on to the next step: photos. As part of the bungee jumping tradition, they posed on a designated stage that showcased the words "Bungee Jumping" in the background, capturing pre-jump memories with the assistance of the staff.
Then, it was time. The girls began their walk toward the jumping point, which looked like a massive crane extending into a bridge. To my surprise, they crossed the bridge without the slightest hesitation or fear. Their determination was inspiring, and as I watched them confidently step onto the deck, I felt a surge of courage building within me.
The instructor gave them a final briefing as they stood on the edge of the platform. The moment of truth was near, and the air was charged with anticipation. Standing beside me, the middle-aged woman—one of their companions—was ready with her phone, capturing every moment.
When the girls finally jumped, the woman let out a loud scream. Her reaction startled me, and for a brief moment, I felt a chill run down my spine. Watching them fall felt eerie—almost as though they were plunging off a cliff. The initial drop looked unsettling, and it wasn’t exactly a sight that put me at ease.
As expected, the jump included three swings before they reached a steady point. Once stabilized, they were supposed to pull a hook that would lift them back to the deck. There seemed to be a slight struggle in doing so, but they managed it well. Soon, they were safely lifted back onto the deck, grinning ear to ear, their faces radiating the joy of a great accomplishment.
Their excitement was infectious, but I couldn’t shake off my mixed emotions. On one hand, I admired their bravery and felt a flicker of inspiration. On the other, the image of their dramatic fall lingered in my mind, dampening my confidence. It wasn’t a pleasant sight to watch them plunge, but their courage deserved immense respect.
As they returned to the platform, still brimming with excitement, I found myself caught between awe and apprehension. Could I muster the courage to follow in their footsteps? That was a question I wasn’t ready to answer—at least, not yet.
Now it was Prashant's turn. After following the same safety protocols as everyone else, he headed toward the bungee deck with an air of complete calm. There wasn’t the slightest hint of discomfort or hesitation on his face—he made it seem like he was about to perform a routine task he had done countless times before! Standing on the edge of the bungee platform, he appeared so composed it was almost unbelievable.
And then, in a flash, he leaped into the sky, soaring like a bird and diving down as effortlessly as someone plunging into a swimming pool. It was absolutely breathtaking to watch. Honestly, his jump made bungee jumping look as simple as child’s play!
When he returned, he was grinning ear to ear. "My friends," he said, "it’s just a matter of 5-10 seconds. You should give it a shot—it’s super easy and totally safe! All you need is a little courage and determination, especially since it’s been on your bucket list for a decade!"
Hearing his enthusiastic encouragement sparked something in me. I thought, If not now, then maybe never! With growing excitement, I finally said, "Yes, I’ll do it!"
The excitement was palpable as we called the agency to confirm my bungee jumping adventure. I had planned to make the payment directly on-site, but I realized it would cost an extra 300.00 NPR. So, Prashant, ever the problem-solver, called the agency directly to confirm the details, and they assured us everything was set. The bungee company was informed, and we began following all the necessary protocols.
As we went through the usual safety checks, I provided my wife’s contact number for the emergency section. Prashant couldn't resist teasing me: “Don’t worry, Mohammad, I’ll hand your body over to your wife!” We all laughed, but I couldn’t shake off the nerves. They weighed me, gave me a brief training session, and equipped me with all the necessary safety gear.
With a mix of excitement and confusion, I started walking toward the bungee deck. As I crossed the connecting bridge from the starting point to the cliff, I glanced down—completely unintentionally. The sheer depth of the drop, the rushing water, and the massive rocks below took me by surprise, giving me a jolt of panic that felt like an earthquake in my mind.
I took a few more steps forward, but suddenly, it felt like my legs were frozen. I couldn’t move. My heart raced, and I felt like I couldn’t take another step. One of the instructors, noticing my hesitation, gave me a tap on the back and urged me to keep moving. In the distance, I heard Prashant shouting, “Chal Mohammad, chal!” (Come on, Mohammad, let’s go!)
I mustered a bit of courage, spurred on by another instructor’s words: “At least go to the edge of the cliff.” But as soon as I stood at the very edge, something inside me completely unraveled. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, my heart was hammering in my chest, and my mind went blank. I felt an overwhelming rush of fear, a sense of being completely lost. The world around me seemed to blur, and in that moment, I felt like I had surrendered everything I had—my courage, my willpower—lost in that instant.
I started to turn back. But another instructor, seeing my hesitation, teasingly said, “Look, two girls just did this, and you’re backing out, man?” The words cut through me, but they didn’t give me the strength I needed. Instead, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. My thoughts spiraled—What if everything ends here? What happens to my family?
I could feel my mind and body disconnecting. I was no longer in control. I was paralyzed, my emotions overwhelming me to the point of tears. Every “what-if” flashed through my head, and I could no longer focus on the task at hand.
I stepped back from the platform, my anxiety fully visible. The instructor offered me a bottle of water and encouraged me to take a moment. Prashant, concerned, asked what had happened. I explained that the moment I looked down, I completely broke down. “Let’s wait a while,” he said. “We’ll try again. I’ll manage it.”
But I was done. I needed to be alone to process the storm of emotions I was feeling. It was as if I had lost a part of myself. I kept trying to call my wife, but she wasn’t answering, which only made everything feel worse.
In the end, I made the tough decision to cancel the jump. The money was one thing, but what hurt more was the loss of something far deeper. I felt broken—like I had failed in a way that couldn’t be undone.
Prashant apologized, feeling responsible for causing me to lose the money, but I reassured him, “It’s not about the money, Prashant. It’s something else. I just couldn’t do it.” That feeling of defeat, of being completely lost, stayed with me. I thought I was ready, but in that moment, I realized I had so much more to face within myself.
With a heavy heart and an unexpected dose of disappointment, I walked away from the bungee jumping platform. It felt like the ultimate test of courage had defeated me. Without saying much, we headed directly to the agency that had organized the activity.
As we stepped into Flyzone Adventure Pvt Ltd, the owner noticed something wasn’t quite right. With a kind smile, he asked, “What happened?” I couldn’t muster any words—just an awkward smile to hide the weight of my emotions.
Understanding my situation without further explanation, the owner went above and beyond. He graciously offered me an additional discount of 200 NPR since I couldn’t complete the jump. Instead of focusing solely on profit, he prioritized customer satisfaction, something that’s rare to find. Flyzone Adventure not only offers the most competitive prices compared to other agencies in Pokhara but also embodies true generosity. I couldn’t thank the owner enough for his empathy and understanding.
Once the payment and formalities were done, I returned to the hostel. However, the disappointment was too overwhelming to shake off. I felt defeated, like all my energy had been drained. I laid on the bed for what felt like hours—an hour, maybe two—feeling like a complete moron. My confidence had plummeted, and the sense of failure loomed heavily over me.
In that moment, it felt like I’d lost all hope.
But as I lay there, I began to remind myself that not every day is perfect, and failures are part of the journey. I might not have conquered the jump that day, but there’s always tomorrow for another adventure, another story.
As I glanced at the clock, I realized it was already close to 9 PM. Prashant and I decided to take a stroll around the quieter lanes near our hostel, venturing further into the local areas away from the usual touristy spots. After about 30 minutes of wandering, we finally stumbled upon a small local shop that sold food.
The place was as authentic as it gets—a simple home with an extended dining area. When we stepped in, the first thing I noticed was a man giving math tuition to his daughter at one of the tables. It was a heartwarming sight, blending family life with running a business.
Curious and hungry, we asked, “Do you sell food?” The gentleman responded enthusiastically, “Yes, yes! What do you want?” Prashant inquired about Thukpa, a traditional Nepali dish of soup, noodles, and chicken. Initially, the man quoted 200 or 250 NPR—typical for tourists—but Prashant, ever the negotiator, brought the price down to 150 NPR.
There was a brief moment of disagreement as we asked why he had quoted a higher price initially. The man, however, handled it gracefully, explaining, “It’s off-season, and that’s why I’m giving you a discount.” I added to the conversation, explaining, “We wanted to experience authentic food, and that’s why we came to your place.” The atmosphere quickly became more pleasant as we all exchanged smiles.
While waiting for our food, I couldn’t help but observe the man. He was teaching his daughter while managing the restaurant—it was an admirable balancing act. He seemed like someone who wore many hats with ease and grace.
In about 10 minutes, the Thukpa arrived, steaming hot and smelling heavenly. One bite, and I was sold—it was absolutely delicious. The flavors were rich, the soup comforting, and the quantity was more than enough for one person. Prashant and I savored every bite, thoroughly satisfied with both the taste and the experience.
Before leaving, we made sure to praise the gentleman for his cooking and hospitality. He responded with a warm smile, and after exchanging a few greetings, we headed back to the hostel.
As I lay in bed that night, reflecting on the day, I realized it had been a mix of disappointment and hope. But ending the day with such an authentic experience brought a sense of peace and comfort.
With that thought, I drifted off to sleep, ready to embrace whatever the next day in Pokhara had in store for me.
Day 7: A Fresh Start in Pokhara
The seventh day of my journey in Nepal began with a delicious breakfast at 7:15 AM, and it was a delightful contrast to yesterday's meal. Today, the table was filled with a hearty bowl of oats, topped with milk, banana, and pomegranate—an energizing start to the day. Alongside that, there was a croissant-style bread that you could fill with honey or chocolate, and for added protein, a boiled egg was served. Tea and coffee were available to wash it all down. It was the perfect fuel for the day ahead.
As I sat down to enjoy my breakfast, I couldn't help but feel optimistic. The positive energy in the air made me believe that today would be much better than the day before. I struck up a conversation with Prashant, my fellow traveler, and we exchanged thoughts on our time together in Pokhara. I told him that he had been an excellent travel partner, and if he ever had another trip planned, I would love to join him. We promised to stay in touch and keep the connection alive.
After a relaxed breakfast and chat, we both headed back to our rooms to pack up for the day's plans. By 8:30 AM, we were ready to leave the hostel. Before heading off, I took advantage of a nice service offered by the Pokhara Backpackers Hostel, where I could leave most of my belongings in their storage room free of charge. It was a thoughtful gesture that added to the ease of traveling here.
With our bags stored safely, Prashant and I parted ways, each heading off to our own destinations for the day.
Adventure Awaits: Trekking Permit and Coffee Break in Pokhara
By 9 AM, I arrived at the Nepal Tourism Board Office in Pokhara to obtain my trekking permit for the day’s adventure. My destination: the charming Ghandruk Village, with a slight glimpse of the Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) trekking route. As I walked in, I was informed that if I was only visiting Ghandruk, no permit was needed. However, if I planned to venture beyond Ghandruk toward the ABC trail, I would need one.
The office opened at 10:00 AM, leaving me with a bit of time to explore the area. Just across from the Tourism Board Office, I discovered a quaint coffee house nestled along the road. It had cozy outdoor seating, which was perfect for enjoying a morning break. I grabbed a chair and ordered a cappuccino, feeling the cool morning air. To my surprise, the barista brought out a glass of hot water before serving the coffee—such a thoughtful touch!
As I sipped my coffee and soaked in the surroundings, I couldn’t help but reflect on the previous day's bungee jumping attempt, which didn't quite go as planned. I smiled, reminding myself that today was going to be an adventure in its own right—an unexpected journey full of new experiences.
At precisely 10:00 AM, the Tourism Board Office opened, and within just 5 minutes, I had my permit in hand. Excited for the day ahead, I made my way to the Buglung Bus Station to catch my bus to Ghandruk. The day was unfolding beautifully, and I was ready to explore whatever came my way!
The Scenic Journey to Ghandruk: A Local Bus Ride with Unexpected Encounters
At exactly 11:30 AM, I hopped on the local bus to Ghandruk, paying a modest fare of 450 NPR. But, as often happens with travel in Nepal, the bus didn’t take off immediately. We had to wait another 30 minutes for everyone to settle in. But, by 12:00 PM, the engine roared to life, and we began our journey into the heart of the mountains.
The ride itself was a smooth one, weaving along mountain curves with peaceful surroundings. The bus had a calm energy to it, mostly filled with locals who seemed to be going about their day like it was just another ride. I was lucky enough to snag a window seat, which offered me a perfect view of the road and the beautiful scenery surrounding us.
About an hour into the journey, the bus made a stop at a roadside restaurant for a lunch break. The brief 20-minute stop gave me a chance to stretch my legs, and I ordered a plate of Chicken Momo. It was simple but delicious—just what I needed to fuel up for the next leg of the journey.
As we resumed the ride, I started chatting with the woman sitting next to me. She looked to be around 55-60 years old but had a youthful appearance, likely thanks to the Nepali genes. She was an incredibly kind woman, and we got to talking about our lives. She shared that she had two daughters and a son, all of whom were living in the USA and Australia. She also held a PR of the USA and had just returned from visiting her son's family in the States.
What struck me most about her was how well-spoken she was in English, which made our conversation flow smoothly. As we talked, she asked me about my background and what brought me to Nepal. In turn, she gave me some invaluable advice on local travel. She mentioned various tourist spots in the region, even offering do’s and don’ts for travelers. Her local knowledge was impressive.
One thing she particularly warned me about was the Dhampus Forest area, which, she said, could still be a bit risky due to occasional sightings of wild animals. Although she reassured me that such encounters were rare, she advised it was wise to travel in groups in that area. That’s when a wave of realization hit me—I had been trekking in Dhampus just the day before with a fellow traveler, and it had been a quiet, secluded area with no other tourists in sight. I now felt a little uneasy about not being more cautious. It was a reminder that safety should always come first, especially in remote areas.
Time flew by as we continued chatting, and after a while, the lady got off the bus at her stop. The landscape started to change as we left the main route and entered more local areas. We made a brief stop at Naypul, where we had another 20-minute break, and finally, by 3:15 PM, we arrived at Ghandruk.
The entire journey was an adventure in itself—full of unexpected moments and rich conversations that added depth to my experience in Nepal.
It didn’t feel like a typical bus stop—it was more like a vibrant spot wrapped in surreal beauty. Nestled amidst terraced fields and lush greenery, this small hub boasts the iconic Annapurna and Machapuchare mountains as its dramatic backdrop. The air was crisp and refreshing, filled with the soft hum of nature that blended seamlessly with the lively chatter of trekkers and locals. Tiny tea stalls dotted the area, serving steaming cups of chai—perfect for soaking in the breathtaking surroundings. This wasn’t just a bus stop; it felt like a warm gateway to the heart of Nepal’s mountain magic.
From the bus stop, Ghandruk village is about 1.5 to 2 kilometers uphill. Shortly after arriving, I started my journey toward the village. The route was well-marked, and right at the beginning of my trail, I had my first encounter with a group of mules passing by. These animals, often used for porter services, gave the area a distinct mountain charm. In the distance, the snow-capped peaks seemed to peek at me, offering an exhilarating sense of adventure.
But my happiness was soon overshadowed by a tragic sight—a group of people carrying a lady on a makeshift stretcher. I later learned there had been an accident involving five trekkers, and they were being taken back for urgent medical treatment. It was a sobering moment, a reminder that these trails demand caution and respect.
After gathering my thoughts, I continued my steep uphill trek toward Ghandruk. The path, though challenging, was beautifully paved with stone staircases and lined with guesthouses. Surrounded by towering mountains, the views grew more spectacular with each step, though the climb was exhausting. Within 30 minutes, I was already out of breath, but the allure of Ghandruk kept me moving. Finally, at 4:15 PM, I arrived at the village—tired but exhilarated to have reached such a stunning and serene place.
Ghandruk Village: A Soul-Stirring Escape into Nature
The moment I stepped into Ghandruk Village, it felt like my heart’s windows, long blocked by the rust and dust of city life, swung wide open. A gentle breeze seemed to sweep away the weight of modern living, replacing it with fresh, pure mountain air. My eyes sparkled as they took in the breathtaking surroundings—a gem of Mother Nature, nestled in the lap of the majestic Annapurna range.
This village is a visual symphony, a natural amphitheater offering panoramic views of Annapurna South, Hiunchuli, and the iconic Machapuchare (Fishtail Mountain). Each angle is like a painting come to life, with snow-capped peaks standing tall against the azure sky. The atmosphere is pure magic—birds chirping melodiously, leaves rustling in the soft breeze, and the faint, rhythmic sound of mule bells echoing in the distance.
At an altitude of 2,010 meters and just 32 kilometers northwest of Pokhara, Ghandruk is a slice of Himalayan heaven. This traditional Gurung village invites you to slow down and immerse yourself in its timeless charm. The warm, welcoming locals, adorned in their rich cultural heritage, add depth to the experience.
For photographers, nature lovers, and trekkers alike, Ghandruk is a paradise. Whether you're here to capture the surreal landscapes, trek to Annapurna Base Camp, or simply lose yourself in the serenity of the Himalayas, this village feels like a long-lost piece of your soul waiting to be found.
Standing there, surrounded by towering mountains and untouched beauty, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Ghandruk is not just a destination—it’s an experience that lingers in your heart long after you leave.
My Stay at Annapurna Guest House & Restaurant, Ghandruk
After arriving in Ghandruk Village, my first priority was to secure a comfortable room with a view that could match the stunning surroundings. Ghandruk offers a variety of accommodations, ranging from cozy tea houses to welcoming homestays and mid-range hotels. While each place had its charm, I knew I wanted a room with a clear view of the mountains.
After exploring a few options, I finally settled on Annapurna Guest House & Restaurant. The owner showed me two room options—one with an attached bathroom and another with a shared bathroom. Since I was traveling solo and wanted to keep my expenses low, I chose the second option. The price was a reasonable NPR 2000 for the room, including dinner and breakfast, which seemed like a good deal. Looking back, I realized I could have gotten a slightly better deal at a homestay, but for a first-timer, the hotel felt like the safest option within my budget. Plus, the view from the hotel was absolutely mesmerizing, so it was definitely worth it!
After checking in and freshening up, I decided to grab a bite at the hotel’s restaurant. I opted for Thukpa, a hearty noodle soup that cost around NPR 250-300. While the taste was okay, it was exactly what I needed to fuel up. By then, it was almost 5 PM, and I decided to head up to the terrace to take in the view.
From the rooftop, the sight was nothing short of magical. The snow-capped peaks of the Annapurna range stood tall against the clear blue sky, with the sun reflecting off their icy surfaces. The entire scene felt almost surreal, like something out of a dream. Beneath the towering mountains, the undulating green terraces seemed to weave a perfect blend of nature and culture, adding to the charm of the village.
I spent a few hours on the terrace, soaking in the uninterrupted views and wandering around some of the nearby hotels, which were just as beautiful and heartwarming. The peaceful vibe and panoramic views truly made Ghandruk feel like a hidden gem.
As sunset approached, I headed back to my room to escape the increasing cold. The evening was serene, with fewer tourists around since it was the off-season. It was a quiet night, perfect for reflection, and I spent some time enjoying the calm before retreating to the warmth of my room.
Here are a few snapshots of the evening—the fading sun casting golden hues over the mountains, the gentle chill settling in, and the peacefulness that enveloped the village. Ghandruk had stolen my heart with its natural beauty, and I knew I would treasure these moments forever.
As I sat quietly in my room, my mind wandered, reflecting on the journey I had started. The view outside was stunning, but it was the journey inside that truly amazed me. I had come so far, both in my body and mind, and the reality of what I was experiencing started to truly hit me.
A little courage had propelled me forward, giving me the strength to take on this trek, which, in my mind, felt as challenging as the famous Annapurna Base Camp or Everest Base Camp treks. Though the trails here may not be as tough as those, for me, they held the same weight. I had been nervous and unsure, constantly questioning whether I could complete this trek at all. There was always that nagging doubt, the voice in my head telling me I wasn’t cut out for it.
Throughout my life, I’d struggled with confusion and a lack of courage. I’d dreamed of so many things, but starting seemed like an insurmountable task. I’d made plans that I couldn't follow through with, and even when I did execute, things didn’t always turn out as I hoped. There was always something holding me back—some invisible barrier preventing me from spreading my wings and flying like an independent bird. Maybe it was about finding balance, or maybe it was about facing the unknown.
But this trip—it gave me something I hadn’t felt in a long time: strength. It gave me the courage to step out of my comfort zone, to take on new challenges, and to look at life, society, and my own purpose with a fresh perspective. I found myself questioning everything—what is the purpose of it all? What’s the true meaning of life? And in that moment, time seemed to speed by.
Suddenly, I noticed the clock—8:00 PM—and I heard the sounds of music floating up from below. Looking out the window, I saw a circle of young locals gathered around a fire, laughing, singing, and gossiping. It seemed like such a simple yet profound moment of joy, a celebration of life in its most pure and unfiltered form. The warmth of the fire, the sounds of laughter, the simple pleasure of being present with others—it felt like the kind of thing I needed.
Without a second thought, I decided to join them. This village, this journey, was teaching me so much more than I had anticipated, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next. Sometimes, all it takes is a little courage to open the door to a world of new possibilities.
Mountain Vibes, Local Beats, and a Night to Remember
The evening brought with it a burst of life. None of the people around me were travelers—they were all local youths, gathered in groups, enjoying their night in the mountains. Laughter, chatter, and songs filled the cool air. Some were drinking, others were gossiping, and a few broke into spontaneous singing, creating a lively and heartwarming scene.
I watched them closely, a flood of nostalgia rushing through me. It reminded me of my university days when my friends and I would sit together in a circle, singing loudly, carefree and full of life. Those days felt so pure and tension-free—true moments of joy that I now miss. Life today feels calculated, with every moment weighed against “what’s in it for me.” Strange as it sounds, it’s true.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind to join them, to relive that youthful energy. But I resisted, choosing instead to let them enjoy their time in their own way. One thing I’ve noticed throughout my time in Nepal is their deep love for music, especially folk songs. Be it Kathmandu or Pokhara, every public bus I’ve been on has music playing, creating a light and cheerful vibe that stays with you.
Just around the corner, another group was busy barbecuing, their laughter mingling with the delicious smell of grilled food. I wandered around, soaking in the lively atmosphere, before grabbing a local beer. I found a spot by a fire, letting its warmth wrap around me as I enjoyed their songs from a short distance. That evening felt youthful and alive, a reminder that joy doesn’t require a fancy pub or club. The simple vibes of a mountain hill restaurant were a thousand times better. Sitting there, observing the vibrant energy around me, I felt a quiet happiness.
As the clock struck 9 PM, I realized it was time to head back to my hotel. Dinner service ended at 9:30 PM, and I didn’t want to miss it. My meal that night was a beautifully presented plate of authentic Nepali flavors: steamed rice, chicken curry, lentils, papad, and mixed vegetables. The waiter offered to pour some ghee over my rice, and I eagerly agreed. The nutty aroma and rich flavor transformed the dish, making it an incredibly satisfying meal. I ate every bite with contentment, savoring not just the food but the whole experience.
After dinner, I returned to my room, ready to rest. The nights in the mountains grow colder as time passes, and by 10:30 PM, I was in bed. This was a night I had long dreamed of—spending an evening in the heart of the mountains, surrounded by peace and beauty. As I lay there, feeling the calm settle over me, I realized how lucky I was to experience this. With a peaceful mind and body, I drifted into a deep sleep, silently wishing for all my dreams to come true.
That night, simplicity and the magic of the mountains reminded me of life’s true essence. It was a moment I’ll cherish forever.
A Magical 4:00 AM Himalayan View in Ghandruk
I woke up very early in the morning, at exactly 4:00 AM, with one goal in mind—to witness the breathtaking sunrise over the Himalayas. As I stepped out of my room, a wave of freezing air hit me, sending shivers through my body. The night was incredibly cold, and I could feel my fingers numbing even inside my pockets. Still, my excitement pushed me forward.
I tried to make my way outside, looking for a perfect spot to sit and enjoy the view. But as I walked ahead, I found the collapsible gate still locked, blocking my path. With no choice left, I turned back and went to the hotel balcony, hoping to at least get a glimpse of the mountains.
And then, as I looked up, I was completely awestruck. The mighty Himalayas stood tall and silent under the vast, star-lit sky. The snow-covered peaks shimmered faintly under the moonlight, their outlines sharp and majestic against the dark blue heavens. A few scattered lights from distant villages twinkled like fireflies in the valley below, adding to the surreal beauty of the night.
Despite the biting cold, I stood there for a long time, completely absorbed in the moment. A deep sense of joy and peace washed over me, pushing away all the exhaustion, all the worries. In that freezing Himalayan night, I felt nothing but warmth in my heart.
Though I had set out to witness the sunrise, I ended up experiencing something even more magical—the silent, moonlit grandeur of the mountains. This moment, this feeling, will stay with me forever
Wrapped in the embrace of the silent night, I stood alone on the balcony, my soul lost in the towering mountains before me. Above, the sky was a canvas of glittering stars, each one whispering secrets of the universe. A celestial hush filled the air, wrapping me in a dreamlike trance. It was a moment where time stood still, where I could hear the echoes of my own heartbeats blending with the whispers of the wind.
I fell in love with the stars that night—each one a flickering promise, a distant fire burning through the cold abyss. But heaven, it seemed, was not meant to be held for long. The sharp, unforgiving wind struck my skin, reminding me of the world beyond this fleeting dream. With a heavy heart, I stepped away, retreating into the warmth of my room, waiting for the collapsible gate to open—waiting for the next chapter of my journey to unfold.
At around 6:30 AM, the distant hum of voices and footsteps from below gently pulled me out of my thoughts. The world was waking up. After a quick freshen-up, I made my way downstairs and learned that breakfast would be served at 7:00 AM. But before that, I stepped outside to embrace the crisp morning air.
The cold wind whispered against my face as I stood alone, gazing over the majestic Annapurna range. The mountains stood in silent grandeur, their peaks piercing through the sky, while a thick mist blanketed the valley below. It was a moment of pure solitude—just me, the mountains, and the gentle flutter of prayer flags dancing with the wind, adding a sacred rhythm to the stillness of the morning.
Taking a slow stroll around the hotel, I savored the tranquility before others started gathering downstairs. Soon, I found myself capturing the beauty around me, taking photos, recording videos, and describing the magical atmosphere. The misty morning felt like a dream, with a soft, ethereal glow embracing everything in sight.
And then, like a child lost in wonder, I spread my arms wide, spinning around in pure joy, letting the wind carry away all my worries. Below, the valley remained hidden under a thick blanket of fog, while in the far distance, frost clung to the treetops, glistening in the soft morning light. In that moment, under the watchful gaze of the mighty Himalayas, I felt weightless—lost in the embrace of nature’s most heavenly gift.
A Breakfast with the Himalayas
At exactly 7:00 AM, breakfast was served—no choices, no menu to browse through, just a simple, pre-set meal of puri, lentils, a boiled egg, and coffee. But what truly made this breakfast special was not the food itself, but the setting. The open-air dining area, under the vast sky, had the mighty Himalayas standing tall behind me. The view was beyond breathtaking, something that no painting, no matter how masterful, could ever capture.
As I enjoyed my meal, a group of local Nepali tourists joined the dining area. I was busy capturing the beauty of the moment when one of them, a curious and friendly Nepali guy, asked me, "Do you think it’s cold?"
"Yes, it’s very cold compared to Bangladesh," I replied with a smile.
With a knowing nod, he said, "It gets even colder as you go higher. When the sun is out, it feels okay, but usually, this whole mountain should be covered in snow—not like today. The peaks may look close, but they are actually very far away."
I nodded in agreement, absorbing his words like a student learning from the mountains themselves. Suddenly, another friend from their group started singing a local Nepali song—a soft melody that blended perfectly with the crisp morning air. The moment became even more magical, and I happily continued eating my breakfast, now accompanied by the warmth of their cheerful presence.
As I sipped my coffee, I struck up a conversation with one of them. I learned that they were a group of four friends traveling together. I shared my travel plans, telling them that I had a flight back to Dhaka from Kathmandu the next day. For today, I had about four hours in Ghandruk before I needed to catch a bus from Pokhara to Kathmandu by 6:00 PM. I mentioned my desire to visit at least one hanging bridge on the way to the Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) Trek and hike a small portion of the ABC trek route before heading back.
One of them, with a warm smile, suggested, "You can hike up to Jhinu Danda, it’s on the way to the ABC trek. We’re also heading that way—we can guide you up to there."
This generous gesture meant the world to me. Without hesitation, I happily joined these wonderful people, feeling grateful for yet another unexpected but beautiful turn in my journey.
Trek to Jhinu Danda – A Journey with New Friends
At 7:30 AM, we set off towards Jhinu Danda, our spirits high and our hesitation at zero. The trek began effortlessly, and with each step, I felt a surge of excitement. Little did I know, there was another public transport stop, particularly for jeeps, just on the opposite side of the route I had taken to climb up to Ghandruk Village. It was a small but interesting discovery, adding yet another layer to my ever-growing travel experience.
As always, I wanted to capture the journey, so I pulled out my camera and started recording. Seeing me with the camera, one of my Nepali friends assumed I was vlogging and enthusiastically joined in, speaking directly into the lens. Laughing, I responded, "No, no! This isn’t for a vlog, just for my personal record… well, maybe one day, but not today."
But that didn’t stop them! They took on their roles like true vloggers, making the moment even more fun. One of them playfully explained, "Jhinu means mountain!" I found myself repeating, "Jhinu means mountain!" into the camera, enjoying their warmth and enthusiasm. Their genuine friendliness and engaging spirit made this moment indescribably special.
During the trek, I mentioned that there was a hanging bridge at Jhinu Danda. Later, I was surprised to learn that it was the second-largest hanging bridge in Nepal! Excited by the discussion, my friends began reminiscing about the place and one of them casually added, "There’s also bungee jumping here!"
For a moment, I thought there was really a bungee jumping spot nearby, and my curiosity kicked in. "Wait, really? Is there a bungee jumping option here?" I asked eagerly.
With a laugh, my friend replied, "No, no, it’s actually quite far away!"
That reminded me of my own bungee jumping story of yesterday—how I had failed to jump from a cliff due to sheer fear. My legs had trembled, my heart pounded, and in the end, I just couldn’t do it. With a friendly smirk, my Nepali friend chuckled, "Someone should’ve just pushed you from behind!" His sarcasm was lighthearted and full of warmth, making us all laugh as we continued our trek.
The journey was full of life—we walked, sang songs, and continued recording the stunning surroundings. At one point, one of them asked for my name. "Mohammad," I answered. Instantly, with a playful grin, he twisted it into "Momo", making everyone laugh. The good vibes kept flowing, and in that moment, we were not just travelers—we were friends sharing a journey.
Then, a small yet incredibly heartwarming moment unfolded. As we walked, one of our friend’s shoelaces came undone. Without hesitation, another friend knelt down and tied them for him—a simple act of friendship, yet so pure and beautiful.
And just like that, in what felt like only five minutes, we arrived at the bus counter, our laughter and camaraderie still lingering in the crisp mountain air.
As we neared Jhinu Danda, we realized there were very few jeeps available. One of my Nepali friends quickly spoke with a local driver, and within just two minutes, everything was settled—no bargaining needed. Before I knew it, we had booked the jeep and were headed towards Jhinu Danda.
The ride itself was an adventure. The road was rough and bumpy, but the stunning landscapes along the way made up for it. Within just 30–35 minutes, we arrived at Jhinu Danda, the clock showing around 8:30 AM. The crisp morning air and the peaceful surroundings instantly made me forget the jarring ride—it was time to explore!
A Gesture of Nepali Hospitality
As we hopped off from the jeep at Jhinu Danda, I reached into my pocket, ready to pay my share for the ride. I had overheard during the booking that the fare was NPR 2,000, and I wanted to contribute. But as I extended the money towards my Nepali friend, he simply smiled and refused to take it. "It’s a hospitality from Nepal to you!" he said warmly.
I was amazed and deeply moved by his generosity. It was not about the money; it was the heartfelt kindness that truly mattered. In that moment, I felt something far greater than just a financial gesture—I felt a genuine connection, a bond that transcended cultures. This small act of generosity melted my heart, reminding me that friendships and kindness are what make travel truly meaningful. I felt an immense sense of gratitude, as if I was among my own friends and family here in Nepal.
Crossing the Jhinu Danda Hanging Bridge: A Mesmerizing Start to the Day
As soon as we hopped off the jeep, a breathtaking sight awaited us—a majestic suspension bridge stretching high above the Modi Khola River. I stood there, taking in the beauty of Jhinu Danda, a place of great significance for trekkers. This spot marks the beginning of one of the most popular routes to Annapurna Base Camp (ABC), a dream trail for many adventurers.
The morning air was crisp, carrying a refreshing chill as we gathered near the entrance of the hanging bridge. Everyone was busy capturing the magical moment—some with cameras, others simply soaking in the view. The golden rays of the rising sun illuminated the entire valley, painting the Himalayan peaks in soft hues of orange and pink. Below, the Modi Khola River sparkled as its waters crashed against the stones, creating a rhythmic melody that blended perfectly with the serenity of the mountains. The scene felt surreal, as if nature itself had composed a symphony to welcome us.
I was completely amazed the moment I saw the bridge up close. It stood tall and massively stretched across the river, connecting two sides of life—villages, people, and stories. The endless length of the suspension bridge, swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze, added a thrilling sense of adventure. My Nepali friend launched his drone, soaring above to capture the grandeur of this mighty structure. Inspired, I channeled my inner travel filmmaker, taking videos and photos from multiple angles, making sure to document this unforgettable moment.
As I took my first step onto the swaying bridge, an exhilarating rush filled my body. The cold wind brushed against my face, carrying with it a sense of mystical energy, as if the Himalayas themselves were welcoming me with a gentle embrace. Looking down, the rushing Modi Khola River shimmered beneath me, its waters flowing endlessly, whispering ancient tales of the mountains.
Walking across the bridge was a mix of excitement and serenity—each step felt like a journey through the clouds, with the majestic Annapurna range standing tall in the background. The bridge didn’t just connect two places; it connected the past and the future, the dreams and the journey. And in that very moment, I felt that this was the perfect beginning to an unforgettable day.
The Struggles and Beauty of the ABC Trek: From Jhinu Danda Suspension Bridge to Chhomrong
As we crossed the Jhinu Danda Suspension Bridge, the true face of the Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) trek began to reveal itself—marked by struggle, endurance, and sheer determination. The very first challenge that awaited me was a brutally steep uphill climb. The path, though well-structured with stone steps, felt like an unrelenting staircase to the sky.
I started my ascent with great spirit and excitement, eager to embrace the adventure. However, within just 15 minutes, exhaustion crept in. I glanced around—one of my Nepali friends was beside me, offering encouragement, while the others had already surged 50 meters ahead. He advised me wisely, "Don’t rush, or you’ll tire yourself out faster." Taking his words to heart, I slowed my pace.
At this early stage of the trek, almost every turn revealed a lodge, a tea house, or a hotel, each offering a charming panoramic view of the hills. Initially, my plan was to visit the hot springs and then continue to Chhomrong Village, but based on my available time—only four hours—my Nepali friends suggested that reaching just the hot springs would be more realistic.
Determined to push forward, I continued my slow but steady ascent. The path was physically demanding, and sweat trickled down my face as I climbed. Yet, Mother Nature unveiled her beauty layer by layer, making it impossible for me to stop. The breathtaking scenery fueled my motivation to keep moving.
Along the trail, I encountered many trekkers descending, their eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. I also saw locals heading down, navigating the rugged path with ease. Curious, I asked a descending trekker, "How far is Chhomrong?" His reply was both daunting and humbling:
"You’ll need at least two more hours of trekking. The route ahead is even tougher—what you’ve covered so far isn’t even 1% of the entire ABC trek."
That sounded crazy, but I had to make a wise decision. I needed to return to Pokhara by 5 PM to catch my 7 PM bus to Kathmandu, ensuring I didn’t miss my flight the next day. With many thoughts running through my mind, I decided to stop around 10:30 AM, completely worn out but deeply fulfilled.
Despite this short yet intense trek, I witnessed some unforgettable moments. Trekkers returning home, their faces glowing with the joy of accomplishment. Mules carrying loads up the trail, their bells ringing through the valley. Porters hauling heavy bags for tourists—an awe-inspiring sight, given that I was struggling to carry just my own weight up the steep incline. These porters, I believe, are nothing short of superhumans.
Though I couldn’t reach Chhomrong, this trek left an everlasting imprint on my journey. It was a taste of the ABC trek’s true essence—challenging, humbling, and deeply rewarding.
The Final Rest & A New Determination: Wrapping Up My ABC Trek Experience
Exhausted yet fulfilled, I decided to take a 10-minute rest at a small tea house perched on a hilltop. The place was completely empty, allowing me a moment of solitude to reflect on my journey. A deep sense of peace and satisfaction washed over me as I recalled the challenges, the breathtaking views, and the lessons learned along the way. Feeling the urge to capture this moment, I recorded a video announcement, marking the end of my trek and the beginning of my return journey.
Curious about the hot springs, I asked a local for directions—only to learn that I had already passed them during my descent. I thought to myself, maybe I can catch a glimpse of them on my way back.
With that, my return journey began. Given that it had taken me 2.5 hours to trek uphill, I was confident I could make it downhill in about an hour, as the descent felt much easier. However, reality quickly set in. The steep stone steps were treacherous—one misstep, and I could tumble straight down into the depths of the Modi River below. That thought alone was enough to keep me cautious. Instead of rushing, I maintained a steady, moderate pace, ensuring safety over speed.
At one point, I reached a junction connected to the hot springs, but I realized that visiting them would take another 20 minutes. Given my tight schedule, I decided to skip it and continued my descent toward the Jhinu Danda jeep stop.
As I approached the end of my trek, a newfound confidence surged within me. I now truly believed I was capable of completing the full ABC trek. Before coming here, I had doubts—I wondered if the ABC trek was beyond my physical limits. But now, having tackled a small yet significant portion of the route, I knew with certainty: I can do it—and I will, within the next year.
This journey has given me lessons beyond words, shaping me in ways I never anticipated. With a refreshed mindset and a stronger belief in myself, I arrived at the jeep counter around 12:00 PM. Luck was on my side—I quickly found a shared jeep for just 400 NPR, and soon, I was on my way back to the Ghandruk Bus Stop, carrying with me not just memories but a renewed spirit of adventure.
The moment I reached the Ghandruk Jeep Counter, I wasted no time. Without pausing, I began my final trek toward the Ghandruk Bus Stop, located on the other side of the village—a 30 to 40-minute walk that felt much longer, not because of exhaustion, but because my heart was heavy with emotions.
As I walked through the charming stone-paved paths of Ghandruk, every step triggered a flood of memories from my Nepal journey. Every moment, every challenge, and every breathtaking view replayed in my mind like a beautiful montage. A deep sense of completion and achievement embraced me, filling me with a warmth that only a traveler who has conquered their doubts can truly understand.
I turned back multiple times, stealing one last glimpse of the mighty Himalayas, as if trying to etch their grandeur permanently into my soul. These mountains, which had once felt distant and intimidating, now felt like an old friend—one that had challenged me, taught me, and ultimately transformed me.
Finally, I arrived at the Ghandruk Bus Stop, the very place where this incredible journey had begun. Now, it was time to say goodbye.
"Goodbye, Himalayas. You have given me an unforgettable blessing. You have shaped me, strengthened me, and built me into the person I aspired to become. Thank you—thank you a ton!"
With one last look, I whispered to myself, “See you again next year, Inshallah.” And with that, I stepped onto the bus, carrying with me not just memories, but a newfound strength and a heart ready for the next adventure.
The one-hour wait in the bus, just for it to get fully occupied, made me a bit nervous. I was worried about catching my bus to Kathmandu from Pokhara on time, as the last bus departs at 7:00 PM. From my experience in Nepal, buses strictly follow their schedule. Finally, at exactly 2:00 PM, the bus was full, and we started our journey.
Unlike my arrival journey to Ghandruk, this return trip was relatively uneventful. The bus ride was peaceful, with a mandatory break at a roadside restaurant before we swiftly continued toward Pokhara. We arrived at Baglung Bus Stop around 5:00 PM. Without wasting a single minute, I rented a bike and headed straight to the Tourist Bus Station to purchase my Kathmandu bus ticket. Luckily, I got a ticket on the Swift Bus almost immediately. From there, I returned to the hostel, collected my luggage from storage, exchanged goodbye greetings with the hostel staff, and prepared to leave.
It was at this moment that I realized I didn’t have enough NPR cash with me. I always prefer carrying a good amount, as you never know what unexpected situations might arise on the road. Left with no other option, I exchanged 100 USD—but to my disappointment, I got the worst exchange rate of my entire Nepal trip. There was nothing I could do about it, so I returned to the Tourist Bus Station, ready to board my bus.
Just then, I noticed something was missing—my beautiful muffler, the one you’ve probably seen in my photos. I recalled that, in my hurry, I must have left it on the bus. The price of the muffler wasn’t the concern, but before coming to Nepal, I had shown my wife the gloves, muffler, and cap I bought for the cold weather. She knows my bad habit of losing belongings on every trip, and I didn’t want to hear the same playful scolding again.
Determined to retrieve it, I quickly handed over my luggage to the bus counter and asked the same bike rider to take me back to Baglung Bus Stop. He agreed, and we rushed back. Unfortunately, after asking around, I found no trace of my muffler or the bus. Some locals informed me that the bus had probably been moved to a garage for overnight parking. I even checked a nearby parking area but had no luck.
With no other option, I returned to the Tourist Bus Station, exhausted from the past two hours of running around. As I asked the bike rider how much I owed him, he quoted 500 NPR—far higher than the regular fare. I knew the maximum should have been 300 NPR, but after some negotiation, I paid him 400 NPR and let it go.
At exactly 7:00 PM, the bus to Kathmandu departed. The last two hours had been chaotic, filled with stress and time constraints, leaving me no mental space to reflect on my travel memories. But with the journey now underway, I could finally breathe and look forward to my next adventure.
As the bus pulled up near the tourist bus station in Kathmandu around 5:45 AM, the city was still wrapped in darkness. The sun had yet to rise, leaving the streets quiet and still. Without wasting time, I quickly hopped into a taxi and headed to Rest Up Kathmandu, where I had pre-arranged my stay.
Originally, I was supposed to return the day before, but Ghandruk’s charm had held me back for one more day. Before leaving for Pokhara earlier in my trip, I had already paid for three nights at the hostel, but I ended up staying only two. When I arrived, the streets were silent, and everyone at the hostel was fast asleep. The collapsible gate was locked, so I called out, "Kiran, Kiran!" Within moments, Kiran woke up and greeted me with a sleepy smile. "Hey, come up! I thought you weren’t coming since you were supposed to be back yesterday," he said. I laughed and replied, "How could I not come? I promised, didn’t I?"
Kiran handed me the room key, along with a towel and other essentials. I mentioned that I had a flight at 1:00 PM and planned to leave around 9:30-10:00 AM. But before that, I needed a quick shower and some rest. I also wanted to explore Thamel one last time and pick up a few things if the shops were open. He suggested a nearby supermarket, Bhat-Bhateni, which would start operating around 8:00 AM.
Thanking him, I headed straight to my room, freshened up, and rested for about an hour and a half. By 7:30 AM, I stepped out for a final stroll through the Thamel streets. The morning air was crisp, and the city was slowly waking up. Along the way, I spotted a street vendor selling a local breakfast—ruti with an egg mixture. I decided to try it, and to my surprise, it was incredibly delicious.
After breakfast, I made my way to Bhat-Bhateni supermarket and picked up some gifts for my kids. With my shopping done, I returned to the hostel, gathered my belongings, and headed to the airport. As my flight took off, I reflected on the past nine days—a journey filled with breathtaking landscapes, heartwarming encounters, and unforgettable experiences.
With my heart full of happiness and my soul enriched with memories, I returned to Bangladesh, already dreaming of my next adventure. Wish me luck and courage as I continue my journey to visit 40 countries by the age of 40!
Whispers of the Himalayas
As I sit back and reflect on my nine-day adventure in Nepal, I realize that this trip was more than just a collection of places visited—it was a deeply personal journey of self-discovery. From the moment I landed in Kathmandu to the breathtaking sunrise in Ghandruk, every experience carved a lasting imprint on my soul.
Standing before the mighty Himalayas, I felt an overwhelming sense of humility and gratitude. The towering peaks weren’t just mountains; they were silent witnesses to the infinite possibilities life has to offer. They reminded me of the smallness of my worries and the vastness of dreams yet to be pursued. My time in Sarangkot, staring at those snow-capped giants, was not just a visual spectacle—it was a moment of awakening, a quiet reminder that life’s true essence lies in these fleeting, unfiltered moments.
This journey also transformed me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. The solitude of solo travel allowed me to reconnect with myself, away from the constant rush of daily life. It rekindled a long-lost part of me—the one that finds joy in the simple things: a warm cup of tea on a chilly morning, an unexpected conversation with a stranger, or the crisp mountain air filling my lungs after a tiring trek.
Nepal gifted me a treasure trove of memories that I will carry for a lifetime. The laughter shared with fellow travelers, the kindness of strangers who became friends, the silent admiration of the Himalayas at dawn—all of it has become a part of me. This trip wasn’t just about checking another country off my list; it was about embracing the unknown, pushing past my own limitations, and returning home with a heart fuller than when I left.
If there’s one thing this journey has taught me, it’s that travel isn’t just about the places we visit—it’s about the transformation that happens within us along the way. And for that, Nepal will always hold a special place in my heart.
This featured blog entry was written by 40stampsby40 from the blog Nepal in 9 Days: My 6th Stop to 40x40.
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