Everest Uncensored

Rishikesh Katuwal

For me, the hiking from to Kalinchowk was a package of adventure, celebrations and pilgrimage. The mood among fellow hikers was like the one every child feels in festive time. But, it was a different mood when we left motor on dusty, bumpy unpaved track after long journey from Kathmandu to Kuri. Everybody seemed tired and covered with dust. There was a sigh of relief to leave our four wheel carrier. The journey began on trail through temperate forest. We made way through forest crisscrossing the bumpy motor track frequently. The moderate steepness was not difficult for any of us; even to the freshers making steps in mountainous terrain for the first time ever.

The tiredness of long motor journey now seemed to fading away with freshness of nature, and the mood was shifting. The high point of this hiking was that everybody wanted to leave their day to day business behind and feel the nature, its toughness, beauty and freshness. Everybody was in jolly mood throughout the journey to Kalinchowk. As we were few minutes’ ahead from Kuri, there were patches of snow by the side of trail. Many of us were seeing and touching it for the first time and getting really excited. Snow is not common experience to most Nepalese despite having many high snow covered mountains. Hence, there was great excitement among all of us as. It was really fun to hit each other with snow balls and take photographs of those jovial moments.

When the team reached Kalinchowk, all of us were overwhelmed seeing snow covered hills. It surprised us all to see so much snow around as we were expecting to see beautiful mountains from top of Kalinchowk hill on clear sky. It swept away tiredness of the long walk. Everyone seemed refreshed and in jolly mood. Everyone was rushing to capture those moments on camera of snow melting away. The valley was calm with lots of snow around and a few houses nearby. However, top of hills are really windy. Our team members had already managed rooms for a night. There were no concerns for lodging and food.

The lodge was newly built. It was nice one by any standard. Before dinner, we sat around fire as sub-zero temperature crippled the excitement we had earlier. Some fellow hikers tested indigenous alcoholic drink called ‘Tongba’. After having food, everyone went to their rooms. Some played cards on bed while others drank Vodka/Rum. It was mid-night before everybody covered themselves with blankets. The lodge was wooden built and we could hear people in the next room.

The very next day, we woke up early morning at 5. We had tea. Then, by 6 am, we were on our way to top of Kalinchowk Hill where Kalinchowk temple is located. We could not make it before sun rise as we were already late to start our journey. However, we made it by an hour plus time. It was a really nice feeling to see snow covered high mountains so close and clear in the early morning. We spent around 45 minutes there praying, worshiping the Devi (Goddess) and take beautiful photographs with snow covered high mountains in the background. On the way back to Charikot, we were on a reserved van from.

The trip from Kalinchowk to Charikot was definitely going to be remembered by many of us. On arriving at Charikot, for a while no one were in the mood to talk about the excitement we had yesterday and the morning before. The next stop was the Bhimeswor Temple. We spent few minutes there worshiping and watching temple. Then, we came back to Charikot. All of us were hungry as it was already noon and nobody had eaten any food. We had lunch and a little rest. Everybody seemed satisfied and happy to have been a part of the exciting hiking. It was already 2 pm. On the way back to Kathmandu, everybody thought of the trip we had, and how proud we were of the conquest.

Sumira Shrestha

As an intern, I got an opportunity to go hiking with the Deerwalk team for which I feel very grateful. Hiking destination was Kalinchowk. The place has a unique environment and is exceptionally rich in bio-diversity, which makes this region one of the finest tourist destinations in Nepal. It lies around 150 km away from Kathmandu. Kalinchowk offers a combination of rich cultural heritage, unsurpassable beauty and biological diversity unparalled. Located in northeast of Kathmandu, it also has a beautiful panoramic view of the Himalayas.

On 2nd March, I reached the office premises at 6:15 am. Slowly everyone reached the office and we packed up ready to go. I could see the excitement in everyone’s faces. Manish was so excited that he forgot that he had not had any breakfast.

Excitement grew stronger as Kedar drove the van and accelerated along the way. We had our breakfast at Zero Kilo. After taking a little rest we continued on to our destination with fun and entertainment never ceasing throughout the trip. We stopped at Mude for lunch. The greenery and the hills, especially Laliguras, were beautiful beyond words could explain.

Finally we reached Charikot and took another van from there to Gairi. From there on we started hiking. I got tired soon as I was not used to such tough walks; Bhoj gave me a stick to ease the march ahead. The steep hills, chilly cold weather and the snow were awesome; it made me forget how tired I was. When we saw the snow, all hell broke loose with a “snow war”. Manish couldn’t control his excitement; he started comparing the place to Switzerland. Suddenly the climate changed and it got colder calming the excitement that was. We got to our hotel, got refreshed and sat around the fire cracking jokes. We had our dinner around 7:30 pm.

Next day, we woke up at 5 am and had tea at around 6 am before visiting the Kalinchowk Temple. It was my first high altitude hike and I was having breathing problem; but I persevered as my will to reach the destination was stronger than the challenges I faced. The adage ‘Dar ke aagee jeet hai’ kept playing in my mind throughout the way. Everyone was impressed with my effort when I finally reached Kalinchowk Temple.

Shiba Bahadur Kunwar

It was the most awaited moment in my life. The long hectic schedule of the office had got me weary. I needed a change and so did my colleagues. We, the 16 members of the data team, were ready for a trip to Kalinchowk.

The journey was as much fun as when reaching the destination. We lost track of time; it was already 1 pm when we got to Charikot. The 2nd session was the journey from Gaire on foot, and enjoying the scenery around we reached Kuri. It was snowing in Kuri when we got there. The whole environment was covered in quilt of snow.

It was already late evening when we got to our lodge. The delicious dinner we were served was memorable; the taste still lingers in my mind. After a good night sleep we were ready for the next day’s challenge. With rejuvenated zeal and passion for our final destination, Kalinchowk Bhagwati, we headed off. There we enjoyed different snow capped mountains and bathed in the early morning rays.

It was time to return. Dolakha Bhimshen Temple was our final stop before heading back to the Kathmandu. I had a great time and am filled with new energy to tackle the challenges that awaits me in the city.

[A wide view from Kalinchowk]

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Mother Nature and I – Anuj
It was indeed a call, a call to me by Mother Nature, to her place. I urged myself to go and step on, so I went. I was happy I did. She seemed asleep; night was there to welcome us. Tired and exhausted, I whispered-

Mother Nature I’m at your place
Please hold me… oh! trembling legs
I feel you asleep under the indigo-sky blanket
Hear you whisper as the breeze come across my face

[Before-Sunrise]

Sound of the footsteps and my own breathe were the only harmonies I could hear.  It was weird. Light rain is what I often enjoy. I am not sure if I really enjoyed it that time. I was waiting for her to speak. And she did finally, in her own ways…unspoken, unheard but with adequate symphony from eternity. Son, come along, u have gone too far
See I have turned old and my eyes are tired
These are the places u played, enjoyed
See your footsteps I have prescribed on my chest

I felt glad. I was not misled. I did not miss my way. I was on her lap where I would take a nap. Where I would dream;where she would soothe me; where my eyes would relax, where my trembling legs would rest. I was missing something. My tired soul, I murmured-

Mother, the night still has the same grace
The stars are twinkling, moon has same face
Though I see the unacquainted darkness
Why this is so frightening where are my bygone days…

She was quiet, night was swaying around. It was irresistibly cold. I guess she wanted me to rest. She always knows the best time to answer questions. Her silence reminded me of this. Night was over. The legs were still praying for some rest. I ignored. I wanted to perceive her from every angle before the first ray of the sun. I hurried to the top. She looks amazing from the top. How would I miss this chance? It was a tough climb though. Blessed by the Kalinchok, resting at the top, I finally did. I have always been blessed at hard times. It was nice to see her sleep on the white-cloud carpet, under the exceptionally blue sky-blanket. She looked amazing, silent and beautiful, peacefully asleep. I watched her without a blink. She looked old but still appealing. She looks even better when she smiles with the sun rays. Sun peeped slow and steady in its own way, as always. I could see her wake up, slow and steady, on her own ways, as always. Then I could see only the change, not good changes of course. I could not wait. I want her to answer me right away-

[Gaurishankar]

Dear mother, have u grown too old,
Why don’t your mountains put on the snow,
Why don’t the birds sing for you now,
Why don’t the faces wear brotherhood glow?

With the unstoppable flow of questions, I was light. When the words are told, heart takes a comforting breathe. Waiting for the answers was intolerable though. On her morning voice, I heard her sob and say-
Son, I have always remained the same
Only your brothers have changed them
I lay on their dirty hands, I am their prey
And with the ugly heart they make me fade away
I cursed myself. I could feel my ugly heart. I was one of them, with dirty hands, even if I never wanted things to go against her. She was helpless, I was useless. I stood still, biting my nails, cursing myself!!!

Kalinchowk

Remembering Kalinchowk Hike – Pragya
“Just follow the electrical poles and you’ll reach Kalinchowk in no time”, someone on the van declared as we were getting geared up for the hike at a place called Makaibaari. “Could it be that easy?”, I thought silently as I loaded my already heavy bag with spare bottles of drinking water and other snacks.”A couple of hours then, isn’t it?”, I claimed intuitively. Little did I know about what was to follow.

As the first of those ‘navigational’ electrical poles appeared, I wondered if I could keep count of the total number of such poles till we reached the top. But alas, the weight of my bag and the steep uphill climb began to take its toll far too early than I would’ve liked. In no time, the handful pole count dissolved into perspiration and disappeared into air. The next time I saw another of those poles, I dearly wished it were for cable cars instead.

By the time we reached “Deurali”, fellow hikers had already started a voluntary water distribution campaign among themselves in an effort to lose some weight off their bags. More than a third quarter of the journey yet remained to be travelled, as we set off from “Deurali” at around 4 p.m. after having lunch. As darkness crept over the jungle, the gradual drop in temperature and sporadic rainfall hindered our progress significantly. Soon the liters and torch lights became our eyes to the path ahead. The spare plastic bags, on the other hand, were used to shield our heads from the unforgiving chill of the blowing wind. The rest of the hike followed somewhat the same pattern. We were chasing pit darkness and cold winds in our march towards our stop for the night, a place called “Kuri”. On our way, we stopped at “Gairi” for usual snacks and refreshments and RUM to beat the chill. We finally reached Kuri at around 11 PM, nearly an hour after the early pacesetters got there.

[One Too Many Mornings]

It’s not often that you can boast of having seen the clouds hover below your sights, and that’s exactly what we witnessed as we stood in awe, praising the beauty of the nature.

[Simple Twist Of Fate]

Overall the trip was a pleasant experience. I would definitely love to revisit the place, especially when the roses bloom over the jungle. Coupled with the majestic views of the Himalayan ranges, it would indeed be an experience worth saving for a lifetime.

[Still the Same]

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• 01 Down The Highway
• 02 Are You Ready
• 03 Highway 61 Revisited
• 04 Never Gonna Be The Same Again
• 05 You can trust on me
• 06 No Time To Think
• 07 Grear Up
• 08 Neighbourhood Bully
• 09 Wait for Spring
• 10 Is There Anybody Out There
• 11 Herbs
• 12 Touch me not
• 13 Warming up
• 14 Ramble On
• 15 The Wonders At Your Feet
• 16 Rocks And Gravel
• 17 Let’s Stick Together
• 18 A pillow of winds
• 19 Will I walk the long road
• 20 First step to destination
• 21 Deurali ko Chautarima
• 22 Lost in Thoughts
• 23 Deurali bazar
• 24 Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
• 25 Buckets of Rain
• 26 Hard Times
• 27 Paths Of Victory
• 28 Trishul
• 29 Through Smudged Lenses
• 30 Unbelievable
• 31 Beyond The Horizon
• 32 Beyond Here Lies Nothing
• 33 Destination Kalinchowk
• 34 Shine on you crazy Mountains
• 35 Goodbye Blue Sky
• 36 Ring Them Bells
• 37 Saving Grace
• 38 Coming From The Heart
• 39 Sings Of Life
• 40 God Bless Kalinchowk
• 41 Forgetful Heart
• 42 Tribute to Lord Shiva
• 43 Kalinchowk Mata
• 44 Counting Poles
• 45 Here in Nepal you got to see scenaries like this
• 46 I Feel A Change Comin’ On
• 47 Tired and exhusted
• 48 Blowin’ In The Wind
• 49 Not Dark Yet
• 50 Man Of Peace
• 51 Series Of Dreams
• 52 What if the drop of water would never dry up
• 53 The Height of Kalinchowk
• 54 The Mind’s Eye
• 55 Dazed And Confused
• 56 Distinct
• 57 Two Soldiers
• 58 Bye and Bye
• 59 Shelter for devotes @ Kalinchowk
• 60 On The Road Again
• 61 Gates Of Eden
• 62 Bom bhole
• 63 Guess I’m Doin’ Fine
• 64 With God On Our Side
• 65 New Morning
• 66 Come My Way
• 67 One More Cup Of Coffee
• 68 Set the controls for the heart of the sun
• 69 Way to find out
• 70 Thanks for the stay
• 71 From a different Perspective
• 72 Look Back
• 73 Million Miles
• 74 Dry Run
• 75 Forever Young
• 76 Cross The Green Mountain
• 77 I shine for you
• 78 Shelter From The Storm
• 79 DSC_0749
• 80 A Great Day From Freedom
• 81 We’re Gonna Groove
• 82 Again in right way
• 83 Spirit on the Water
• 84 The Water Is Wide
• 85 What Do You Want From Me
• 86 The long way to go
• 87 At Loss For Words
• 88 Dolakha Bhimsen
• 89 Crimson winds
• 90 Mamma I’m Coming Home

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Route: Makaibari – Deurali – Kuri – Kalinchowk – Charikot
Difficulty: Moderately difficult
Hike Duration: 15 Hrs.
Total Distance covered: 40 km(approx.)
Maximum Altitude: 3780m (Kalinchowk)
Minimum Altitude: 1980m (Charikot)
Date: Feb 21 Saturday, 2009 – Feb 22 Sunday, 2009
Participants: SanjeetB, RajendraP, BikeshV(rookie), RoshanT, AmitA, BasuD, RameshwarY, VinayaS(rookie), SarojD, AnishV, SiddhiK, DineshA, DhilungK.
Report: VinayaS
Photos: DhilungK, SiddhiK, BasuD, RajendraP and VinayaS
Caption: DhilungK, VinayaS, SarojD, BasuD
Creative Support: Ganesh Thapa / Dijup Tuladhar / Dhilung Kirat

Kalinchowk 3790M, 27°45’29″N 86°2’2″E


Kalinchowk 360 Panorama (8,149 x 800)

Kalinchowk is a little known and rarely visited tourist destination. This is at the altitude of 3790m which is the highest around the vicinity. From this place one can get a wonderful panoramic view of Annapurna, Lamjung, Manaslu, Ganesh Himal, Shisha Panga, Langtang, Dorjee Lakpa, Jugal Himal, Amabamori, Gauri Shanker, and Namburi Himal. There is also a prominent temple of the Hindus called the Kalinchowk Bhagawati (Kali) temple.

Two natural springs originate from this area which are called Sundhara and Tama which are the main source of the very big two rivers the Sunkoshi and Tama Koshi rivers. From Kalinchowk one could get a good view of Kathmandu at night. The main flowers of Nepal Rhododendron (Laligurans) and the national bird Pheasant (Danfe) can also be seen in this area. While descending to Suspa you could get to see a very rare community in Nepal called “The Thami.” [wikimapia.org]

The Hikers Team

It was saturday but not a regular saturday morning as we were up to an unprecedented hike. I say unprecedented because no D2 hikes have ever reached an altitude we were about to scale. Well, not at least those that have been categorized as “hikes”.

Camera, check. Food, water check. Hikers, check, we were ready to go. We set off at 7, stopped by several ATM machines to withdraw some cash, but none were working, Bhatbhateni, Durbamarg, Putalisadak, even Banepa. We reached Sharmila’s hotel at Zero Kilo at about 9 am and had our breakfast; puri, tarkari, and tea. Everyone liked those tea cups. After reaching Khadichaur, it was all uphill ride. We were very excited with the glimpse of a mountain and stopped by to take pictures of lali gurans. We passed through another area called Mude, “the place to buy potatoes”. A little further, we stopped to capture picture of mountains. From there, it was a downhill ride. At about 12, we reached makaibari, meaning Corn Field. This was the place we were supposed to start hiking. We had noodles and omlette. Anticipating some darkness before we reached our destination, we bought a torch light to add up to the two that we already had. The shopkeeper told us there were a number of hotels in Kuri, where we intended to shelter and since it was off-season, accommodation would not be a problem. He even called one of the hotels to tell them to expect visitors but hit a wrong number. Well, we didn’t really care. At 1:15, we were ready to walk !!

Kalinchowk

It was a steep climb to begin with and I was sure there was more to follow. About 40 minutes after the start, we reached a place called Deurali where a few local damsels teased us through. A little later, we stopped to eat. Digestive biscuits, real juice, tang, enough to fuel us. Another half hour climb got us to a place with very cold running water. We cleaned up, filled water bottles and moved on. From there, it was steep climb and more of it. Every time we reached some place that seemed like the top of a hill, we would ramble a minute or two only to see a tougher climb awaiting. Another known stop was a place called “Gaihri” with merely two houses, a tot and few chickens. Gairhi was the last known stop before we reached “Kuri”. We were divided into several groups as we walked by and it was me, Saroj and Amit taking the lead. It was 6 and beginning to get dark when we decided to hit the brakes and wait for others to arrive.

It was very cold, we had little water and nothing to eat. Worse, we had to wait in the dark. We collected some wood, dry leaves and made fire to keep us warm. We waited, on and on but could see no signs of our friends; shouldn’t have taken this long! After about half an hour, we heard someone yell our names, they were telling us not to walk ahead. A lot later, all the hikers showed up in a place. Later it turned out that Siddhi was not feeling much comfortable. He was having trouble walking and feeling weak and a little dizzy. We sat by the fire for some more time and feeling a little energized, started to walk at 7. It was cold and totally dark; we were walking with the torch lights on. There was a positive side to it though; we saw more stars in the sky than we had ever seen. There were billions of stars, seemed like they had been squeezed in there.

West landscape from Kalinchowk

The situation with Siddhi was getting worse and we stopped at one more place before we decided to pull over. We were unfamiliar with the place, we never knew where Kuri was located, didn’t know how long we would have to walk before we reached Kuri and it was dark and cold. It would definitely not be wise to move ahead with the situation in hand. So we decided that half of us would go ahead in search of Kuri and get back on failure to find anything useful after an hour’s exploration. Six men marched forward for the mission, Saroj, Amit, Dhilung, Rajendra, Rameshwor and Dinesh. And well, how would they let us know if they did find Kuri, if ever? Some of them would walk back and then take the seven of us there. Ya sure, dream on. With all of us so hungry, tired, say wretched, no one would have done it for money! We checked if we could use our phones but NTC network was out of reach. Fortunately, Dhilung and Rameshwor had Mero Mobile SIM cards and the two phones worked. A phone was given to each of the groups and the “search-team” set off in search of the “phantom” Kuri in the wilderness, with a promise to call back upon success. We stayed behind, collected wood and made fire. It was 8:30 in the night as they left.

I had totally lost hope of getting any food to eat and a place to stay as we were talking about preparing ourselves for a stay in the jungle through the night. There was fire to keep us warm and I was wishing for some potatoes to roast and eat. Every little sound we heard and every movement we felt around ran a chill down our spine. Sanjeet hurled a stone in the dark when we felt something moving. Then, out of the blue, the phone I had in my pocket started to beep and buzz. It was Dhilung, telling us they had located Kuri, found a place to stay and cooked food to eat. He gave us directions, ten minutes uphill, get to an iron gate, another fifteen minutes downhill and there you are, Kuri. We were so glad that things were going to be all right and at the same time thankful Mero Mobile Network, we were planning on getting an extra Mero Mobile SIM card. It was 9, we were energized and ready to walk again. Siddhi seemed to have conjured up magical strength as we climbed up.

View from Kalinchowk Entrance

We reached the gate and went downhill. Then it seemed that we had reached a somewhat plain area. We couldn’t tell exactly with the lights we had but it seemed like an open space. This should have been it, Kuri, there should have been houses, hotels and no way the place should have been pitch-dark. Did we take a wrong turn? Or was the whole Kuri thing a hoax? We got desperate, freaked, tried to call Dhilung only to realize that now Mero Mobile signals too were out of reach. Then suddenly we saw a ray of hope. Actually, we saw two full poles. It seemed they were electric poles and upon closer inspection, we saw a transformer as well. We were hopeful of civilization nearby, but there had to be some light if people were living in there. Sanjeet felt he saw intermittent light in that area and we had only walked ten meters that we saw a house. We screamed out names and the “search” guys came out. Finally, something to cherish.

We had thought all the people in Kuri were asleep, hence the lights turned off. Turns out, just one house was inhabited, the one we got sheltered to. All the Kuri people were away during the off-season. Lucky us, we had a place to stay! A lady brought us Tongba “Kodo beer”, cooked us dinner along with local chicken. We ate as we discussed the next day’s plans. They didn’t have the coziest of beds but I would have traded it for anything for a night’s sleep. Too tired to take it anymore, we just crashed in into our beds.

Nature wide open

Such adventure we had on Day 1, it was going to be a tough act to follow. We woke up early on Day 2 and set off to climb the scary looking hill to get to Kalinchowk Bhagwati. After about an hour’s climb, we reached the top, 3790 meters! We could see the mountains right before our eyes, bottom-up, nothing between us. And Kalinchowk Bhagwati was there too. The wind was cold and blowing real hard. At 9, we began our descent. We ate, stayed out in the sun, took pictures with the lady and left Kuri at 11. Nothing eventful happened on our way down, besides realizing that we had walked through very steep path for very long the previous day. At 1:15, we reached the same place with cold running water, washed, drank, filled bottles. A young girl came to us and began enquiring about a guy who had taken her picture the previous day. Turned out, it was Dhilung. He took more pictures of her. She said she wanted to keep her pictures. Dhilung told her she couldn’t as she would have to keep the camera itself. She retorted that she was even ready to keep Dhilung himself. We made sure that didn’t happen. At 3, we got back to Deurali and walked towards Charikot where D2 van was awaiting us. We decided to pay a visit to the very much revered “Dolakha Bhimsen” temple. It was 6 when we left Dolakha for Kathmandu.

Dolakha Bhimshen

The hiking was a rigorous one. We had to deal with some very difficult climbing, reached great altitude and even had an account of getting lost. At some point, some of us might have wished we had never come. But at the end of the day, we realized that we ended up with better experiences to share, better stories to tell. I’m glad I made this trip.

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00 New day new hopes	01 Motorcycle Diaries
02 Where is our 5th Photographer	03 Ascending March
04 Dharma Dwaar	05 Looking through a natural window
06 Struggle for existence	07 The Crime scene
08 Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands	09 SarojD with classic SLR
10 In Bloom	11 Searching Makai @ Makaibaari
12 Shy and brave	13 A burden too big
14 High canyon	15 Jholama k cha k cha
16 Deforestration when are we going to STOP	17 Curious Deuralis
18 Capturing the shadow	19 Sky is the limit
20 Into the wild	21 At Deurali
22 Hanging around glorious Gaurishankar	23 Day ends but hike goes on
24 Gaurishankar at dusk	25 Million dollar smile
26 Natanu ta tanu lagne	27 SiddhiK and the rest
28 Veggies first	29 Was alive half an hour ago
30 Shiny happy people	31 Traveling stars
32 Warmth in the wilderness of Kalinchowk	33 Coming back to life
34 Last step towards Kalinchowk	35 Hanging by the cliff
36 First steps to Kalinchowk	37 Daring path
38 Accross Kuri	39 Flowing mountains
40 Poles apart	41 Where the streets have no name
42 Which is brighter, my teeth or mountains	43 Finally … at Kalinchowk
44 I believe in free fly	45 Learning To Fly
46 After this I guess I can conquer Everest	47 The Offerings
48 The other side of the moon	49 Kalinchowk Entrance
50 Sounds of freedom	51 High hopes
52 A Great day for freedom	53 Fresh flare
54 Panorama from the altitude of 3790+2 meters	55 Standing tall
56 Blessed	57 Above the Himalayas
58 I’m looking through you	59 No snow!!! Now you know the reason for loadshedding
60 Precarious	61 Coming down is the hardest part
62 Goodbye my lover	63 High n’ Dry
64 Framed	65 Knocking on heaven’s door
66 Leaving Kalinchowk	67 Need some shade
68 Bijaya Bhai and Dolma Bajai, the saviors	69 Memories
70 Kuri (3140 m) under the sky	71 The reference point
72 Gauri and Shankar	73 Gairi
74 Rookie of the month	75 Late comers
76 Lining up for the shot	77 Hardship and fun
78 Supported by Gaurishankar	79 Follow the poles
80 On the turn	81 Global warming Blooming Laligurans in February
82 Century old	83 Shall we fly
84 Valley of eternity	85 Dolakha Unlimited
86 Conflict of interests	87 Leading the pack
88 Look, I got an ‘A’	89 Preparing for Fagu
90 Can we have some more	91 The best part of the hiking
92 Sunita Lama with her Monalisa-smile	93 Why dont you understand man, they are journalists
94 Begging for strength	95 Juxtaposition of roofs
96 To my dear one	97 Holy Smoke
98 Bajdai bajdaina	99 The return

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