From now on it's all the way uphill from Ghore Tabela to Langtang. No, we haven't heard anything about Europe an dthe rest of the world for days, because here are no news sources anyway. But uphill there is no other way. Since the ascent is quite steep, the mountain forest soon end. We bath in sweat. But just before Ghora Tabela at 3,000 meters, the gorge widens into a high valley, where the lush pastures and few arable land remind us of the german landscape in Mecklenburg at the baltic sea. The surface is flat until the horizon, the way on we wander is wide like a german highway without asphalt, indeed.
On the way, a spectacular view of Mount Langtang-Lirung opens up, a peak that rises a breathtaking 7,246 metres into the clear blue sky. The grass is green all around, the air doesn't seem so thin anymore. We continue our hike to the village of Langtang, an almost picturesque Tibetan-style village situated in a hollow at the foot of the snow-covered Mount Langtang-Lirung.
Those who have not been here before do not know what nature really can do. If the plateau looks like a stupid normal piece of land somewhere, the mountains all around make it a spectacular sight for the eyes. It goes with the fact that they sell sea buckthorn juice here from their own harvest. Supposedly it sharpens the eye.
There is also yakghurt, yoghurt made from the milk of the shaggy mountains of meat, which are used here as work animals for everything. This stuff tastes like the yoghurt without taste from the supermarket. Only a little more expensive. As a customer, you have to be able to afford regional economy even here. At noon we land at Thyang Shyab, there is tea and soup under bright sunshine and for the first time we see Tsergo Ri, our summit destination. A rocky outcrop that reminds us of a spoil heap in a mining area.
Behind another army base with a crew, whose faces are marked by the senselessness of their entire existence, we walk steadily uphill through light bushes, past a long mana wall and over rough and smooth to Langtang at 3,350 meters. The formerly existing internet café here has closed due to lack of demand, but the Japanese have helped a man on the outskirts of the village to open a "German bakery". Globalization is a completely crazy thing, because besides American cola there is Dutch beer everywhere, sometimes it comes from an Indian brewery.
That's what the German bread from Nepal is for. The condidor got it: His bread, rolls and apple pie looks fantastic, but it still needs to work on the taste. Nevertheless best food since Kathmandu. In the lodge in the evening a bottle of Spanish red wine is discovered on the beer shelf. Spontaneous purchase without regrets. The little juice is already on the verge of tipping over into its second existence as vinegar. But under the conditions here it is a real miracle of perfect taste.
The hotel has adventurously built the toilets behind the house. With temperatures near the freezing point, as it is the case here at night, this is once again a special highlight of a hiking tour rich in experiences: under the starry sky, stumbling over the gravelled ground and looking for the little place.
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