When we left Bamboo it was five o' clock in the evening. The sky was overcast and grey but there was no threat of any imminent rain. It was just getting dark. Our destination was Lower Sinuwa. They said Sinuwa was at least two hours from there. I knew two hours for a Nepali would mean three for me. This means I would have to walk for at least two hours in the dark, assuming it would get dark by six. I checked for the torch in my pocket. It was there. A rechargeable cycling torch. I did not know exactly for how long its battery would last. I thought, hopefully, that it was perhaps four hours. I have cycled Calcutta's streets with it but never walked a forest in a remote part of the Himalayas.
We were coming down from ABC. Annapurna Base Camp. This part of the trail is through a dense forest. The trail is clear and very well defined with steps almost all along the way. But walking on such a trail is not easy in the dark. Trekkers avoid it unless compelled by circumstances.
The torch was USB chargeable and I had a fully charged power bank and cable in my rucksack. I had half a mind to take out the power bank and keep it in my pocket, just in case. But with more hope than knowledge about the battery life I avoided opening my bag and started off on the journey.
I have very high powered glasses. As it is I cannot see too well even in full day light. My peripheral vision particularly is rather poor. The prospect of walking for two hours in the dark of the thick forest with a torch in hand was not very encouraging. But I banished the thought and in my usual style told myself - we will cross the bridge when we come to it. My only solace is that this part of the walk is over well defined stone paved trail. There are hundreds of steps. Going up and down. But it is not a dangerous trail where you have to be cautious about every step you take. I have already walked on this trail while going to ABC.
I feel just a bit nervous when I come to a bifurcation on such trails. So far I have always followed the other trekkers to decide which of the two trails to take at such junctions. But I also know that in such trails usually both the trails lead to the same main trail. One might be a tad longer but easier, the other shorter but perhaps a little more steep. So no matter which one I chose I wouldn't get lost. But I also knew that in the night there wouldn't be too many hikers to follow. Despite knowing all this one still feels a little anxious when one is alone in a dark forest.
Most of the trekkers had stayed back in Bamboo. We could not as we had no booking there. Ours was in Lower Sinuwa. Plus our porter had gone ahead without bothering to wait for us.
I concentrated on the walk ahead. Aditi and her son Aditya, my fellow trek mates, started with me too. Aditi had taken out her head-torch and wore it. It didn't occur to me what Aditya might use. I later found that he used his mother's head torch and Aditi used her mobile phone. Incidentally, my mobile phone had just two percent charge. Because the previous night at ABC I charged only my power bank as they allow only one gadget to be charged for free. The mobile is useless in such places except when you retire for the night and they share their wi-fi password with you. It didn't occur to me that I might need to use it as a torch some time in evening.
We had been walking for 9 hours when we started off from Bamboo. We were coming down from the Annapurna Base Camp. A friendly guide Ramachandra Adhikari, who was accompanying a Korean trekker, booked us very kindly in a tea house called Preeti Lodge in Lower Sinuwa. So we have got to reach there.
It was not so desolate when we started. I kept walking at a slow but steady pace. Around 5.30 it got quite dark. I was wondering whether to bring out the torch when a group of Nepali trekkers behind me switched on their torch. I could see the trail quite clearly helped by their light through my legs. They were obviously quite fast. I tried to keep pace with them and walked ahead of them till about 6 pm when one of them said - "uncle, do you have your own torch?" I said yes and they said, "then can we go ahead?" It was so nice of them to be so polite. I said yes of course. But mentally I wanted to say, please stay with me.
I let them go ahead. I could see their light for some time and then it got totally dark. I couldn't even see my hand. Now I brought my torch out from the left pocket. I had two walking sticks in my two hands. I held the torch in my left hand and kept the stick on that hand parallel to the ground. So essentially I was walking with one stick only.
Initially the light was bouncing back off the thick fog that had engulfed the forest. But that soon cleared and the path was quite easily visible. I must say that my 400 lumen torch has a beautiful strong wide beam. If it lasts long it is a great torch to cycle or walk with. It is just that it is not made for walking in the Himalayas.
I have a Pretzel head torch. But I did not bring it on this trek because I don't like its faint beam. I never thought I would need to do night walk here. I took the cycling torch along, as I do for most of my trips nowadays, for using in the night at the hotel in case I needed to go to the loo or to find something in the bag or bed etc. I love it actually and keep it with me all the time. I have a Black Diamond head torch too but it is damaged due to battery leak (Duracell's most expensive battery). It had a fantastic beam but it's ruined.
At certain places on this walk I had to change hands for the torch to be able to use the left stick. This was because the stones were arranged in such a way that you needed support on the left hand side. But I kept a steady pace. I never stopped anywhere. I hardly ever stop while walking, or cycling or driving or riding a motorcycle. That's the way I am.
I crossed quite a few streams over planks. I walked very slowly looking very carefully at each step. I did not want any misstep. And I did not want to take a wrong step outside the main trail. The thought of wild animals didn't cross my mind, to be honest. I am sure such jungles would have a lot of leopards and black bears. But it didn't occur to me that they might attack me. They could have. Yes.
Was I at any point of time afraid or scared etc? I was concerned but I was never really afraid. Did I pray? Yes. I always do when in trouble. And I was most definitely in trouble. Walking alone in a dark forest with a torch that you don't know how long it might last is not an easy thing to do.
But I knew this trail is well defined and frequented by hundreds of tourists and porters every day. So there was no such danger that I might get lost and die of hunger and thirst etc.
I was telling Mother Annapurna "help me get to my mother". Preeti is the name of the lodge where we were going. That is also my mother's name. And somehow it gave me peace to think I was walking towards my mother's safe lap from Mother Annapurna's lap (Annapurna Base Camp) where I was in the morning.
I also remembered the famous Tagore song that my mother taught me to sing in such difficult situations. বিপদে মোরে রক্ষা করো এ নহে মোর প্রার্থনা / বিপদে আমি না যেন করি ভয় . A rough literal translation is like this - it is not my prayer that you please guard/save me from danger. I pray that may I not be scared off by danger.
This is such a fantastic thought. In a dangerous situation if you get scared then you have lost the battle against yourself. You will not have the courage to do even ordinary things. Just ensure that your courage is intact. Fear is in our mind. If you think about all that can happen then you cannot take a single step. I just kept walking with a torch in hand. I thouhgt about nothing. If I came face to face with a bear or a leopard I do not know what I would have done. But I did not think about them. If I thought about them I could not take any step forward.
I never allowed myself to become a prisoner of my fears or anxiety. I did not do anything extraordinarily courageous. I have never actually done such a thing. I just walked alone on a well defined forest trail in the night with a torch in hand. I could've been very timid and refused to walk in the night. What I mean is there are courageous people like soldiers running through a hail of enemy bullets and then there are timid people who are scared by unknown enemies or dangers that do not even exist. But there is a middle point where I belong. I am neither very courageous. Nor very timid. I weigh the risks and always take a calculated risk where the odds of success are very high. I would never run through a hail of bullets.
At around 7ish I could see some lights in the distance. That must be Sinuwa. The last stretch towards Sinuwa was actually level and a pleasant walk. I had made a video of this stretch during day time while going towards ABC. I shall see if it can be shared here.
Before long I reached Sinuwa and met a Bengali trekker who I had met two days ago at MBC. He was sitting on a bench by the road side and asked me if I had met one of their friends on the way. Apparently he has a bad knee and had fallen behind. I said I did not meet anyone on this stretch from Bamboo in the last two hours. I didn't see anyone sitting by the side of the road or anything.
He seemed concerned. I said my friends were behind me and should be arriving soon. I did not really know how far behind me they were or when they might arrive. (We were told that later that night a couple of them went back, found him somewhere on the trail struggling alone and escorted him back. They reached in the middle of the night.)
I rested for some time in the well lit Sinuwa (it felt like an oasis in a desert) and regained some strength before starting my walk again. I asked how far lower Sinuwa was and someone said - about half an hour. All of it downhill. It had taken us one hour while climbing up. Going back should be quicker.
Charged by the sight of some light at last and some human company I started once again in right earnest.
My torch has a rough indicator about its battery strength. The white switch first turns amber and then red and then it would be dead. But before that the beam itself would get shorter. Soon after leaving Sinuwa the switch turned amber. I ignored it and kept walking. It turned red quite quickly. Actually on the well lit roads of Calcutta when I ride my cycle I don't really care to look how long it takes for amber to turn red. But here it happened pretty soon. And soon after quarter past seven my torch went dead.
It was pitch dark all around. I could see no light. Neither of Upper nor of Lower Sinuwa. I was somewhere in between. I immediately sat down in the middle of the trail. I knew exactly what to do. I took the sack off my back. Opened it and pulled out my rain coat, my rain pants and the small towel which were on top. I kept them on the stones of the trail. Then I found the small Deuter waist bag. Pulled it out. Opened its chain and fished out the power bank. I also brought out the cable. I had to make sure it was the cable for the torch and not of the watch. The heads were different.
I had to struggle a bit to engage the USB ports and get the cable connected at both ends. One to the torch and the other to the battery. These are not so easy to do in that Himalayan darkness. Try doing it with your eyes closed and you would know. And it's a type B cable.
The problem with my torch is that when it is getting charged, it cannot be used. Not like a phone that you can use for surfing or talking when it gets charged. I sat there in the middle of the road looking at the red button. This was an indicator that it was getting charged. When it was fully charged it would turn blue. The red light was the only source of light for me. I looked at it intently because I had nothing else to do. My other source of light was in my watch. I checked it. It was 7.25. I decided that I would charge it for exactly five minutes and then walk again. I must keep moving. I cannot be sitting in this darkness forever charging my torch.
I don't know how many times I checked my watch in those five minutes. At home I leave it overnight to charge and don't have any precise idea how long it takes to fully charge it. Here I thought I would see how far I can get with five minutes' charge.
Mentally I was laughing really, that Lord you are taking all sorts of tests of me. All that is left for me to battle is a rain now. Luckily that did not happen. I don't remember how many times I looked at the watch during those five minutes but when it turned 7.30 I got up. Switched it on to find the light adequately strong. I picked up all that I had taken out and kept on the stones, put them back in the sack, closed its mouth, slung it on my back and started walking again.
I was unusually calm about the whole thing. There was no panic. No fear. No nothing. I knew exactly what needed to be done and kept doing them one by one. Presently I needed to walk again which I did. Suddenly I stopped with a start. There was a grey something a few meters away from me. I realised it was a grey mule, standing across on the road, guarding my way. There was hardly any space left for a walker like me. I chose to cross it from the tail side because it was facing the slope of the mountain.
I told it in Bengli "sor sor" - move away. It didn't bother but at least didn't kick me back. Soon after crossing it I found yet another mule standing. This was a brown one. And as I was calculating how to cross it the torch went dead again.
I checked that it had lasted me exactly seven minutes. But now I could see a light in the distance. I realised the presence of these mules meant there were humans close by. I sat down on the road once again and connected the power bank. This time it was in my pocket. Now it occured to me that I had seen a milipede on the trail in the morning and they might be present here due to the dung that these mules produce. But no matter how hideous they look they are generally not poisonous.
I got a little impatient and reasoned that if five minutes of charging gave me light for seven, three should be enough for me to reach that source of light. Meanwhile, the mules, being aware of a human's presence between them were shaking their head and making a sound from their bells. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. So I stopped charging after three minutes and started off again. In such situations these three minutes seem like an eternity.
I realised there were a number of mules standing on the trail. I crossed them one by one and reached the house (whose light I could see for some time) before the torch could die again. I kept the rucksack on a stone bench. Charged the torch. Ate a couple of biscuits that I keep for extreme emergencies. Poured a new packet of Electral in a bottle of water and drank it.
I realised this was perhaps the local transporter's house. His portico was full of gas cylinders. He probably transports them by mule from Ghandruk and those mules on the trail are obviously his. A girl arrived on the scene and I asked her how far Lower Sinuwa was.
She sounded like an angel when she said, "actually this is Lower Sinuwa, where exactly do you want to go?" I said to Preeti Lodge. She said, "oh it's close by. Less than five minutes".
Sure enough I reached in five minutes. On this side of the house there was a locked iron gate before which a couple of huge cows were sitting and chewing the cud. You have to climb a small stone wall beside the gate and cross it.
I guess it was just a little past eight o' clock when I saw our porter Sanjay standing outside the hotel. I wanted to get angry with him for ditching us and flying off on his own. But he is so honest with his confessions that you can't really stay angry with him for too long. So I quietly and happily took the room that was offered and started waiting for Aditi and her son.
I got very anxious about them now. Honestly I didn't have the legs to go back in search of them. I thought of sending Sanjay with a torch because I suspected that they might have run out of battery and were probably sitting by the road side in the dark. But I took pity on him. After all he also walked the same distance and with a considerable load. So I chose to wait it out for a bit more.
After about nine Sanjay gave me the happy news that he could see two lights in the distance. Sure enough it was the mother and son duo. They arrived at around half past nine. Aditya had five blisters on his foot and could barely walk any more. Next morning he discarded his shoes and walked from Lower Sinuwa to Samran - the final leg of the trek - in his flip-flops.
So that is the end of the story. By the way, the lodge in Lower Sinuwa was not Preeti. That was full and they arranged for us in Sherpa Lodge which was very nice. So I didn't get to sleep in my mother's lap really :)
Here the evening ended in one of the most surrealistic ways imaginable. I sat in the dining hall with a German guy and his Nepali friend (who also lives and works in Germany) and watched on their phone a Manchester United match followed by one of Arsenal's. This is what globalisation and communication has done to this world.