Since my first trek with Bill when he carried a rubber chicken, we always have something on our packs. This time I had a large fruit bat on my day pack and bill had a little crocodile.  Bill also has a rubber cobra on his main pack.  On the day we walked into Bamboo there was a Nepali couple stopped on the trail. She swore she had seen a "serpa" (snake) and she wouldn't move.  I picked up my pace and had Brian get out the cobra and placed it on the edge of the trail going past the guest house. Lots of porters and trekkers leaped back when they almost stepped on it. After an afternoon of fun a seasoned old porter with a heavy load spotted it just before he stepped near it. A flash of his walking stick killed it instantly, almost cutting the head off.


Getting ready to go

I always bring extra meds so I can treat sick people along the way. This time we were way short on cold medicines after Bill, Brian and I all caught a bad cold from Slim.  Maybe some basic children's medicines next time

R1000 notes are hard to cash in the hills, so we always convert to smaller bills before leaving Kathmandu.

The boys look at the overloaded packs on day1.


The trails in Langtang are not marked most of the way. Very few signs other than and occasional arrow on a rock.


A highlight for me was visiting the cheese factory near Red Panda.  The guy had been making cheese & butter for 25 year. His cheese was excellent and a good value.


Ganja still grows wild in parts of Nepal. Suspect some trekkers seed it as it is usually near the trails.  Not as prevalent as it was in Annapurna, but it is there if you look for it.  And someone always offers the local hash.


Those amazing porters
They can carry almost anything...or anybody. Our first porter, Raju, always told Bill and I that he could carry us out if we got hurt.

But, how about these. All packs in the group were reported to be close to 100 pounds. When the porters put down their loads -- all the porters were young girls. The one in the pink was about 13-14.


Good salesmen?  The toilets in the hills range from bad to very dismal. But most had modern "toilet duck" bottles in them.


All around the trail there were spots where the locals drink. Some of the little improvements brought a smile to my face.  The second one made me wonder how many years does it take to wear a hole through a rock from dripping water.



Brian, our main porter had a blowout on his shoe, so he did the last few days wearing flip flops. When we got to town I took him down and got him his first pear of trekking boots. But, waste not. He took these shoes down and had them repaired for about $2.