Day 64 (Sat 9 Sep) - Kaza
When we woke up Jo didn't feel to well. We weren't too sure whether it was due to the altitude as we were some 12,500 feet up, or just her cold getting worse. We lazed around, Sarb taking some random photos from our room, and then went to find some breakfast. We ended up going back to the Willow restaurant which was deserted again and we had to wait for some time for someone to come out of the kitchen to take our order.
Whilst we were waiting for our breakfast Sarb said that we needed to decided how long we would stay in Kaza and when we would get the bus back to Manali. The mere thought of going back on the bus filled Jo with panic. There was no way she could face that horrendous journey again - she prefer to spend the rest of her days in Kaza. The conversation got a bit emotional as Jo was not feeling well and couldn't communicate her feelings to Sarb. In the end we decided to postpone discussing leaving Kaza and enjoy the beautiful surroundings.
It was really hot so we made sure we were well covered up and walked towards the river.
When go there it had virtually dried up but what was left still had a pretty forceful current. Looking down the valley we could see the start of the mighty Himalayan Range, snow capped in the distance.
Quite strange but the only sounds we could hear was the murmuring of the river and the occasional shout from the locals or of a tractor being driven in the distance. No sounds from any birds or any insects at all.
We watched as locals washed their clothes and children played in the river. Sarb attempted to cross the river but decided the current was too strong. Then he saw an old woman collecting fire wood across the river and decided to give it another go, only to be thwarted. In the end he decided to build a bridge across with stones but didn't get very far.
Whilst Jo was watching all this activity two local boys came over. They gestured for the binoculars she was holding, so she handed them over. The boys seemed to enoy looking at their friends in the distance. They introduced themselves and then troddled off. Decided that sounded like a plan and slowly made our way up the steep bank; the air is remarkably thin here.
As we walked back through the village we noticed that people in Kaza seem a lot friendlier than in other places we have been. They are just happy to say hello, rather than wanting money or gifts - it was such a refreshing change.
Whilst we were waiting for our breakfast Sarb said that we needed to decided how long we would stay in Kaza and when we would get the bus back to Manali. The mere thought of going back on the bus filled Jo with panic. There was no way she could face that horrendous journey again - she prefer to spend the rest of her days in Kaza. The conversation got a bit emotional as Jo was not feeling well and couldn't communicate her feelings to Sarb. In the end we decided to postpone discussing leaving Kaza and enjoy the beautiful surroundings.
It was really hot so we made sure we were well covered up and walked towards the river.
When go there it had virtually dried up but what was left still had a pretty forceful current. Looking down the valley we could see the start of the mighty Himalayan Range, snow capped in the distance.
Quite strange but the only sounds we could hear was the murmuring of the river and the occasional shout from the locals or of a tractor being driven in the distance. No sounds from any birds or any insects at all.
We watched as locals washed their clothes and children played in the river. Sarb attempted to cross the river but decided the current was too strong. Then he saw an old woman collecting fire wood across the river and decided to give it another go, only to be thwarted. In the end he decided to build a bridge across with stones but didn't get very far.
Whilst Jo was watching all this activity two local boys came over. They gestured for the binoculars she was holding, so she handed them over. The boys seemed to enoy looking at their friends in the distance. They introduced themselves and then troddled off. Decided that sounded like a plan and slowly made our way up the steep bank; the air is remarkably thin here.
As we walked back through the village we noticed that people in Kaza seem a lot friendlier than in other places we have been. They are just happy to say hello, rather than wanting money or gifts - it was such a refreshing change.
posted by Jo and Sarb at
9/09/2006 08:10:00 am
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