Oh, boy! The second day of our trek to Tsho Rolpa Lake was no joke. My muscles were feeling the aftermath of yesterday's grueling trek. The lodge had provided a comfortable bed and insulated warm room, and I couldn't be more grateful for it, considering how exhausted I felt. As I stepped outside after a restful night’s sleep, I was greeted by a jaw-dropping view. The surrounding hills had a radiant glow from the previous night's rain, and in the distance, the rising sun cast a golden shadow on the snow-capped mountains. That sight made me lose myself in its sheer beauty.
After taking a moment to soak in the scenery, I freshened up and had a light breakfast with the rest of the group. We knew we had a long day ahead of us, with the goal of reaching Beding approximately 15 kilometers away. The trail we were following included several stops along the way - Kyalche, Dongang, Thangding, and finally, Beding. Although this trail might not be as popular as others in the region, it was well-marked, ensuring that we stayed on track. What I loved most was the roaring Rolwaling River running alongside us, and its sound provided a soothing soundtrack to our journey.
Our first stop, Kyalche, was a small open area at an elevation of 2810 meters. We took a well-deserved break there before continuing our trek to Dongang, where we planned to have our lunch. The path led us through a wonderland of multiple waterfalls and picturesque bridges, captivating us at every turn. At 11 am, we reached Dongang, a village situated at the base of a hill, surrounded by awe-inspiring scenery and the gently flowing Rolwaling River. It was a refreshing sight and to top it off, the hotel there offered more facilities than those in previous stops.
After a delicious meal and some intense rounds of a card game, we resumed our journey at around noon. With one-third of our day's target behind us, we eagerly anticipated what lay ahead. The grandma at the hotel gave us a rough idea of the upcoming terrain. She mentioned three bridges, spaced about a kilometer apart on average, followed by a half-hour climb up steep stairs. After that, the path was supposed to become relatively flat and more manageable. Her estimated arrival time at Beding was around 5 pm, so we thanked her for the information and continued our trek with new energy as the saying goes “Daal Bhat Power 24-Hour”.
As we ascended to higher elevations, we encountered fewer leeches, much to my relief. However, the strain of the journey was taking its toll on my energy levels. I found myself taking frequent breaks, and snacking on candies to keep myself going. The higher we climbed, the fewer water taps we found along the way, so we had to carry an adequate supply. Despite the fatigue, we couldn't help but be captivated by the natural wonders surrounding us. We stopped to capture photos and videos of the enchanting bridges and cascading waterfalls, trying to immortalize the beauty we were witnessing.
I can't recall the exact time, but we arrived at Thangding relatively early. With the dark clouds looming overhead, we didn't want to risk getting caught in a downpour during our walk. We took a brief tea break before donning our rain gear and continuing the journey. The trail beyond Thangding proved to be easier, with gentle slopes and captivating landscapes. The wildflowers scattered on our path added an extra touch of charm. Unable to resist, I plucked a few to press in my journal, preserving their delicate beauty for years to come or so I thought. Spoilers: they were moldy the next day because of improper storage.
True to the grandma's words, we reached Beding right on schedule at 5 pm. However, we soon discovered a new challenge awaiting us to add an extra touch of drama. We got to know, most of the village residents were away for harvesting potatoes, leaving only two hotels open. Both establishments were jam-packed, with no available rooms for us. We made a few trips for alternative options within the village but to no avail. The thought of walking another 6 kilometers to Naa village in search of accommodations was daunting.
Thankfully, a closed-off hotel, whose owner currently lived in Kathmandu, showed us a gesture of kindness. As long as we promised not to create a mess and arranged our own food, they agreed to provide us with rooms. Lakpa Baini, a young girl staying in the same residence with six other people, offered to prepare our meals. With our lodging situation sorted, we retreated to our rooms briefly to freshen up before gathering for dinner. We spent the evening playing cards and engaging in delightful conversations with the residents of our impromptu abode.
And just like that, the second day of our Tsho Rolpa Lake trek came to an end. Tomorrow, we will embark on the final stretch of our adventure, reaching the grand destination itself—the Tsho Rolpa Lake. Just thinking of tomorrow was making me all excited and giddy!