Reaching
Falaichha (next destination) was not that easy. First we needed to go down, then up, then down,
then up (read it 3 times again) until we entered one house, which was supposed
to be our overnight stay. Usually my very friendly, talkative and soft (unable
to say “no” to hundreds of tea invitations) assistant this time told me to
speak by myself. Surprised I wore a mimic of a diligent student and said a primitive
text in Nepali about who I am. Ehm, actually our hosts were English teacher in
a secondary school+ English teacher and school principal! Great! Not at all,
actually. My Nepali was so much better than their English so often I would find
it much easier to use my poor vocabulary to explain what I need than to try to
appeal to their English skills. I still wonder what an English teacher can
teach if he even doesn’t know answer to the question “how old are you”…
Anyway,
that was quite a horrible stay-we were charged really a lot and we both couldn’t
stand the hosts urge of money. To make it worse-we were trying to plan our way
up to Falaichha and a little bit drunk and a lot smelly driver promised to
arrange everything and we would move tomorrow at 5.
Next morning
he woke up after 6. You can imagine how angry I was for waking up and waiting
for him in that early and extremely cold hour after exhausting walk previous
day! The things got only worse-we drove for 4 hours to get to know that actually
nothing is set and our way to the destination is blurry. So, annoyed up to the highest
limit we skipped the drive and started to walk back and up.
Remembering
now the walk to Kopchhe (just before Falaichha village), few things pop in my
mind-lack of water for half a day (and in general I’m close to die if I don’t
drink and walk a lot), a heavy bag, very slippery way and fear from darkness
which reached us in the forest before we got any signs of humankind.
But above all-the mysterious forest. Even
Sunil, the graduate from forestry, would say this is very unusual forest,
especially in those heights. I could swear to you-Avatar producers would be
jealous if they saw those trees! They could speak and I am sure they could hug
you or kill you.
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| A tree from a fairy tale |
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| And only forest around |
Was getting
darker and darker, the road more and more slippery and around-only deep forest.
Finally one
house appeared. Knowing that it was one and only before another long walk to
any settlements, my lips, totally dry, were unable to pronounce anything
logical, but eyes were so desperate… in this case language is not needed and
the first words of the owner were – stay here, don’t go further. Stay with us
and in the morning you continue your walk. Hearing this revealing melody I
imagined myself as an old-time traveller, who would ask for shelter and water on
the way.
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| Our hosts-quiet a bad picture, though |
Unfortunately
tiredness led to sneezing, crying and coughing all night and next day for me.
Getting from this family some weird spicy berries and branches to chew against
my cold we left this wonderful place, where I could spend all my life.
In couple
of hours we reached a bazaar, where I could finally get warm tea. My throat was
so sore and my eyes were so much crying that I wouldn’t like to talk or to even
look at the curious crowd in the tight circle around me. Nevertheless my sick
appearance would be so appealing to the young girl-owner of the “café”. She
gave us some snacks and tea for free and sit nearby when I was in the “toilet”
in which wood cracks would actually be bigger than wood. Moreover, she would
constantly tell me how cute and nice I am and at the end would even give me
bangles as souvenirs.
Well, life
is never boring here. 
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