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We set off at 8am as today we want to reach Dobham from where we can make ABC tomorrow. I have left my small pack at the guest house and Khim has left some things so we are traveling lighter. Khim sets off wearing sandals and takes a few steps before realizing something is wrong and rushing back to put his boots on. Khim insists that I take his pack and he carries mine, and for once I do not argue, and it works well as we are much better matched for pace. The Chinese girls were aiming to be off at 7am but are only a few minutes ahead of us and we pass them after 30 minutes at the bridge below Chhomrong. They tell me they are heading for the guest house at
Form Chhomrong we descend a long flight of stone steps to the river; I recall seeing a picture in Michael Palin’s book of a long stone staircase and make a mental note to check this when I get back to Pokhara. On the way I buy a refill of filter water; it is no longer possible to buy mineral water as plastic bottles are now prohibited from sale. We grind up the hill the other side and rest for tea in brilliant sunshine at Sinuwa. There is a solitary girl sitting there when we arrive, but she does not talk to us and when we leave she is still there with her guide. We are keen to press on and make excellent time along the good and easy path and reach Dobham for lunch just after 12.
At lunch Khim suggests we walk for another 2 hours to Deurali, the final stop before MBC. Khim does not want to stay at Himalaya, as this is avalanche prone, and it makes sense for us to go as far as possible today as we are moving well and it will make tomorrow that much easier. The path becomes steeper and there are a few patches of snow but the walk to Deurali is pleasant and we reach the guest house about 3pm just before the clouds sweep in.
I take a room with a friendly Korean and change into warm clothes and bag a good place at the dining table. Shortly after 5pm the kerosene heater it lit which goes under the dining table and with a mug of hot chocolate the room is transformed. Sitting next to me is a girl from
In the room my Korean friend is frantically searching for his walking trousers. After 10 minutes he remembers he has left them in another room and he will retrieve them in the morning before he leaves. His group will be leaving early (at 6am) tomorrow so they have plenty of time to come back down to Deurali. I lie in bed and listen to the sound of small avalanches falling down the mountainside and wonder how close they are.