Day 12 (20th Nov)
Route: Marpha – Kalopani (for lunch) – Ghasa
Today we expect it to be another rather uneventful day with flat planes for hours. And yet the day takes an unexpected turn when we have to cross an ice-cold river. Passing majestic mountain ranges, Ganesh suggests to take a short-cut to get to Ghasa quicker. As the last day was quite dull, we jump to the opportunity and our inner Indiana Jones comes out!
When we walk along-side the river and cannot spot a possibility to cross, Rakes starts to collect big stones and throws them into the river in the hope of building a passage. The stones sink into the water never to be seen again and Ganesh suggests to take off our socks and shoes and to cross the river barefoot rolling up our trousers up to our knees. The current is not to be underestimated, the water is ice cold but we all somehow make it.
Everyone loves the adventure we just experienced and yet I walk away with a big worry on my mind. This could just be the best for my health or the worst – either way, I would feel differently tomorrow – of that I am sure. I try to shake off the thought in the hope not to attract anything negative and yet, my predictions come true and I start to increasingly feel worse as the day progresses. The ice cold water was probably the straw that broke the camel’s back in terms of my deteriorating health.
We end our day by driving with yet another local bus to Ghasa where this time, Raphaelle, Ben and I are seated at the back. At some point I realise how steep the drop to our left is and my face must have been the one of horror – Ganesh stops the bus driver (not embarrassing at all, considering the bus was packed!) and shouts to the back pointing with his finger at me “You, sit in the front” and urges Rakes, one of the Porters, to swap seats with me.
I assure him that I am fine and there is no need for that. Ben says “We are all enjoying it” and I smile and nod to reassure him too. Ganesh gestures to the bus driver that he may continue with his journey and from now on I make sure to sit there smiling as to not give away that I’m secretly hoping I was not going to die. I could have swapped seats – but I was not scared enough yet, I guess.
A part of me wanted this strange adrenaline rush to continue. It did feel like being on a roller coaster. The adventure I craved for had continued on this seat on a bus to Ghasa and I did not want it to end (even though I thought I was going to fall off a cliff). Ed starts singing ‘Don’t worry – about a thing- cause every little thing is gonna be all right’ we all start laughing and join in ‘Don’t worry – about a thing…’ as the bus keeps shaking us from left to right.
Were there moments on your travels which really made Wanderlust spark even more? I would love to hear your comments below.