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Libena, my wife, and Tanaya, my daughter.
AP (Arun Poozhikunnath) and SV (Santhosh Vijaya Kumar) for being my trekking partners.
Anwesha Bhattacharya, Prabhu Muthuganeisan, Abhinab Pradhan, Dera David and Chaya Krishnan for being a constant source of encouragement.
And all my teammates at my workplace.
| Why Not |
N ovember is a weird middle zone. Its neither good nor bad. Its sunny in the day and drizzles in the evening. Trees stand bare without leaves. Dogs mate in the streets. If theres an award for the dullest month in a year, November will win it hands down.
On one such dull early November evening in 2017, Mr. AP texts me to ask if Im interested in a trek to Annapurna Base Camp in Nepal at the end of the month. Mr. AP, Mr. SV and I have been planning to do a long trek for quite some time; yet, I reply that Ill think about it and let him know in two days.
The Himalayas, especially Everest, caught my imagination after I read Jon Krakauers book Into Thin Air some years ago. Into Thin Air doesnt show high-mountain climbing in a favourable light, but it lit a spark in my head to try Everest. I went on to read many books based on Everest and watched documentaries for months. Sanity eventually prevailed. I began to ask myself, why should I pay an exorbitant amount of money to walk and die several times in the process, to ultimate death in a place where there isnt enough oxygen to breathe even a sentimental last breath . I decided I would rather die, without having to pay a fee for it in a place like Goa, facing the beach with a beer bottle in my hand. A trek to the base camp of Everest, however, continues to be at the top of my bucket list. Annapurna may not be as glamorous as Everest, but it is no easy game either. Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) trek is 8 to 10 days, 4130m in elevation and 120 km in total.
I form many rationalizations. ABC trek is one of the best in the world. It will be good preparation for my dream Everest Base Camp trek. I will be able to test my endurance. It can give November a positive spin and I can end the year on a high.
The downside of the trek is without mincing words that death is a possibility. People have died. In the Himalayas, as the writer Bill Aitken puts it, The glory of aliveness is evenly poised with the mischance of death. In October 2014, about 39 people including 21 trekkers died on the Annapurna trail when a blizzard struck them. Death by high-altitude sickness is common. Every trekking season, there are at least seven deaths in Nepal related to altitude.
On the positive side, various sources say the chance of rain in November is nil, ruling out a blizzard. Hypothermia can be avoided by wearing appropriate clothing and altitude sickness by following necessary precautions.
But then, studies indicate that climate change has increased the odds of unpredictable and unforeseen events. Nature has not signed a treaty that it will not strike in November with a blizzard. I also read about the human-bear conflict in the Annapurna Conservation Area (the entire ABC trail falls within this area), so why wouldnt a bear want to pick up some interest in me for a happy-hour snack?
The Asian black bears usually live in areas 1,500 to 4,000 metres above the sea level, so I would be right in their zone by default. Maybe I should find a bear and do some practice fights before I leave for Nepal.
Anyway, after weighing up the pros and cons, I dont see any reason why I shouldnt go. Risk is always present in the Himalayan environment, but every year, thousands of trekkers hit the trails in the Nepal Himalaya, and only a few people have any problems on their trek.
I decide to go.
| Bangalore to Kathmandu |
I t is very early in the morning. Im sitting slumped into a chair inside Bangalore airport, deprived of sleep and drearily staring at my photo in the new passport, which I received only a week back.
I have changed. In the old passport photo, I have a lot of hair and look like a boy with abundant youthful energy. In the new one, Im balding and dont remotely look like a man who can walk one mile let alone trek. I think Im ageing faster than I should.
Im waiting for my trekking partners Mr. AP and Mr. SV to join me. We will be flying to Delhi, then to Kathmandu and, a day later, to Pokhara.
It has been three weeks since the trekking plan had hatched. Mr. AP was quite religious in his preparatory efforts. He woke up every morning and ran around a lake with his wife in tow on some occasions and an angry dog on some others. He spent days and nights watching YouTube videos of the trek and made notes. He wrote to people who had done the trek and trekking organizers and collected elaborate information and made more notes.
Mr. SV and I were like the backbenchers in college who waste their time in reckless abandon, waiting for the eve of the exam to photocopy Mr. APs notes. Mr. SV was quite lax. He waited for the right time to start his fitness preparations, but the right time never showed up at his door.
SV is the youngest of the three at 27 and a bachelor. AP and I are in our late 30s. The problem with SV is that he doesnt like to sweat. No surprise, he isnt married yet.
As far as my preparations are concerned, I simply assume that Im fit enough because I have been playing football twice a week for the last 10 years. Otherwise, the preparations are predictably haphazard. Only three days back, I realized that my bag was still empty, oh, I didnt even have a bag.
I rushed to the trekking gear renting shop, which AP had found. I got myself fitted with a rucksack, and then at another store, I threw money on a thick winter jacket and a pair of bright orange-sole trekking shoes. The idea is to make the job of search and rescue teams a little easier in case I ever got stuck hanging upside down from a tree.
That evening at home, my little daughter watched me with guarded amusement as I paced the room, wearing the orange shoes and the huge backpack and snapping selfies.