On a beautiful, sunny day of April 1, I woke up happily. I was going to Pokhara for a trek with my mother, who was already there. I had lunch with my father, changed into a fresh pair of clothes, and we headed to the airport.
The next day, at around 10 am, more of my mother’s friends arrived. We all got into the car and hit the road. After about an hour and a half, we stopped at Birethanti for lunch. Another hour and a half later, we reached Thikhedunga. From there, our real trek began.
We walked from Thikhedunga to Ulleri. The stairs on the way were crooked and many of them wobbled. It was quite tough to walk on them. When we reached Ulleri, we stayed at Hotel Purnima.
The next morning, we clicked a group photo and continued our journey. The stairs this time were much better, though the first set had really tall steps that made us stretch our legs to climb. Along the trail, we saw a beautiful white flower on a tree. When we asked a local woman, she told us it was called Chaanpa. We paused for a while to admire it before moving on.
A bit further along, we found a tea shop and rested there for a while. I was sucking on a piece of ginger—my mother said it helps with altitude sickness. While walking again, I accidentally stepped on horse dung and said ‘ow’ instead of ‘eww’. It was so silly I burst out laughing!
We also came across a tap with drinkable water. It had a slightly sweet taste because of the minerals, and the water came from a natural spring. Later, we found a small waterfall that flowed into a stream. We decided to take a break and dip our feet in the water. We probably should have checked the temperature first—because it was freezing! My feet felt swollen, and when I pulled them out, the pain was so intense I screamed. The echo rang through the jungle. For the first time in my life, I wished I had socks on!
The trail to Nagthanti was tricky and a bit scary, but my mother helped me, and I luckily reached there in one piece. We had lunch, which was pretty good, and then resumed our trek. On the way, we saw a lot of buffaloes—and even watched two of them fighting! We continued walking with breaks here and there, and eventually reached Ghorepani. After a bit more walking, we arrived at our hotel: Hotel Snowland. It was one of the best places we stayed at—there was even a hot shower, which was a pleasant surprise in such a remote area.
The next day, we left early for Poon Hill. At the border of Ghorepani and Poon Hill, there was a ticket counter where we bought entry tickets. The hike took about an hour and a half, and luckily, we didn’t miss the sunrise. First, we viewed the mountains and sunrise from the ground, but then climbed up to the view tower. The view was absolutely mesmerizing.
On the way back, we walked through two Rhododendron forests filled with dark and light pink flowers. We reached Thapledanda and stopped for a snack break. It was nearly the same altitude as Poon Hill. Then we descended to Deurali, had lunch, and saw lots of ponies.
We walked through a narrow gorge and reached Banthanti for another break. After that, we continued on. I twisted my foot along the way, which really hurt, so I was limping the rest of the day. When we were near Tadapani, we heard thunder and hurried to our hotel. Just after we arrived, it started raining heavily. For dinner, I had noodles and lentil soup.
The next morning, the skies were clear, and we got some great mountain views—so we took more photos. We walked until we reached Ghandruk, where we had lunch and reunited with the rest of our group. We visited the Gurung Museum, dressed up in traditional Gurung clothes, and clicked hundreds of photos. The museum had lots of interesting items—some I already knew about, and some I had never seen before.
After the museum visit, we walked to the bus park. It took us about three hours to reach Lakeside, Pokhara. In the evening, we went window shopping, and my mother and her friends went for a foot massage.
On our final day, we went boating in Fewa Taal and visited the Tal Barahi Temple. After returning to the hotel, we headed to the airport. A short wait later, we boarded our flight and returned home. I loved the trek to Poon Hill!
Eneesha Dhakal
Grade IV
Rato Bangala School
