over a year, Nepal has introduced a sort of''card''or hikers TIMS card, which is going to Tims Trekkers Information Management System. Well yes ', even the most in the digital age' elements of this world like walking in the mountains becomes quite complicated as well as expensive. The card costs $ 20 for the trekkers 'DIY', but drops to $ 10 for groups.
When I arrived in Kathmandu, the other setttimana, I could not believe that a country like Nepal, on the brink of bankruptcy and with huge political problems, had such a thought. I am reminded of India, where more than 600 million will soon have an identity card 'electronics, but are forced to defecate outdoors because they' have no toilets. The purpose of and Tims 'reasonable cause' is used to provide information about these visitors in a certain area disaster 'or an accident. Of course, then we need to see if anyone puts the data and photos on a computer connected to other computers. Which I doubt. Saro 'suspicious, but I feel more' a way of fleecing the poor further foreign hikers. Not explained, for example, because 'diplomats and residents in Nepal are excluded ... I still
I refused to buy a card that has permission to enter the park Annapurna (whose boundaries seem to grow in view of' eye with the arrival of tourist season). The result is' that the tourist office in Pokhara where I went to inquire for the''free''trekking I got the fish's face. After much insistence, a pretty girl with hair the Valerie showed me a list of localities '''free''in the valley, but nothing more'. No money, no camel, as they say. So I went to the''Royal''Trekking, said so 'because' the Prince Charles had in the eighties (there 'a photo Fish Tail Lodge hotel on the lake), but has since fallen into a mysterious oblivion. So much so that I could not find maps or directions. Every time I tried to ask a question the answer was: "$ 25 per day for driving''even before he opened his mouth.
Insomma e’ chiaro che la mafietta delle agenzie, tour operator, hotel. tassisti e negozi di equipaggiamento, mal sopporta chi va a camminare per i fatti suoi. E’ comprensibile. ‘’Questa povera gente vive solo di turismo, guardati intorno..cosa c’e’ d’altro in Nepal se non queste montagne’’ mi faceva notare un amico incontrato per caso in un internet café’. Vero. Spero solo che tutto questo denaro – Pokhara e’ strapiena di turisti adesso – vada a buon fine, ovvero per la natura e la conservazione dell’Annapurna.
Per quanto riguarda il Royal Trekking (detto anche Annapurna Skyline), in parte e’ stato asfaltato, e quindi We passed the bus every half hour. The second part, and 'yet, thank goodness (my, but not of population) virgin. The 'DIY' and 'all in all was fun. Without a map, signs and guides, and 'was an adventure in the truest sense of the word. In three days I did not encounter any other hikers, only farmers with huge bundles of grass on his back, shepherds with their flocks of goats, hordes of children who asked me''sweets''and guys who built the huge swings and as' the tradition festival of Dashain (Dusseira as it is called in India). After I lost, one evening, I ended up in a village, Shyaklung, which seemed out of the brush by Claude Monet it was so perfect with thatched huts, tanks for rainwater harvesting, kids, a family of ducklings, the buffalo in the stable. And everywhere flowers, butterflies, orange groves and banana plantations. A family of a former soldier of the Indian Army with a child in Japan and one in Dubai, I rented a room on the floor of his house where there were stone grinders with fresh traces of flour. The whole house seemed to be built specifically for a museum of ethnography on rural life. The kitchen with a fireplace in a corner on the ground, to make butter tubs and other tools that I think are worth a fortune to us. A toilet outside in the garden, no sink or shower. Also because ' there is no 'running water. This is going to take with buckets at the fountain in the village. Instead of the floor mats are. Although there 'electricity and' the sun to mark the day.
At 19.30 I was already 'hard on the bed in complete darkness' and when' surreal thing happened. The loud disco music came from a hut in the valley. It 'been going on for half an hour interrupted by a male voice who played at being a deejay. The next morning the head of the family told me it was the''bachelor''of the country which had recently bought a stereo with karaoke. ...
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