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Heading for Nepal: high-altitude adventure by Damien Arnaud

Heading for Nepal: high-altitude adventure by Damien Arnaud
picture above : Mathurin Vauthier 
pictures below : Zian Perrot-Couttet

After two wonderful expeditions in South America and India, it became unthinkable for me to put down my crampons anywhere but Nepal. For me, this country is the next step, and the Holy Grail for every mountaineer, a land of legends where the stories of the greatest climbers and skiers meet.

For two years now, I've been dreaming of the Himlung Himal region. It's home to three peaks over 7,000 metres, two of which are of particular interest to me. On the one hand, Himlung Himal (7,126 m), reputed to be not very technical, and on the other, Nemjung (7,146 m), a summit that is almost never climbed because of a nightmarish glacier riddled with crevasses. Of course, Nemjung, which has never been skied, particularly appeals to me.

 

The trek: from Kathmandu to base camp

Our mountain ‘ethic’ is simple: one porter each to the base camp, and then we do everything ourselves, without Sherpa or fixed ropes.

When we arrived in Nepal, things moved quickly. From Kathmandu, we head for Koto, the last village before our trek to Base Camp. Normally, this journey takes a day, but with the huge floods, it will take us two days. But that's okay: it gives us time to admire the scenery (and test our nerves).

In Koto, we meet our porters. As we explore the area, we come across an old deaf man laboriously carrying wood. Using improvised sign language, we help him carry his load and spend the afternoon with him. In France, there are quite a few people with whom I share the same language, but despite that we don't understand each other. With him, it's the opposite.

The trek begins the next day. On the programme: 19 kilometres of pure pleasure for the eyes and a little less for the legs. The next day, it's the same again, all the way to Phu, a village perched at 4,000 metres. Here, we follow the local advice and take a day off. In between naps, we made friends with the young people of the village and spent the day repairing the pipes to restore the water supply. Who says mountaineers can't do DIY?


The base camp: luxury, calm and... minimalism.

When we reached the base camp, we were in for a shock: a veritable small town with sleeping tents, cooks and every conceivable comfort. All that was missing were the masseurs! With our little assault tent in the middle of it all, we were quickly dubbed ‘Sunday campers’, which isn't entirely untrue, but I prefer to say we're minimalists, it sounds more serious.