Our destination was Bhairab Kunda /Pond/lake, located at an altitude of 4,250 meters above sea level in Sindupalchowk district. However, due to lack of promotion and lack of infrastructure in the area, tents had to be set up in the forest for at least two days of the eight-day trek.
Our team of five started the journey to Bhairab Kunda from the old bus park in Kathmandu. After a journey of about five hours, the vehicle reached Dhade Bazaar, a short distance from Jalvire. As we proceeded from Jalvire, it was sunny in the afternoon. However, when the road was very scenic, the sun did not burn. What more could you ask for? When you find a roaring river, a green hill, a settlement on the slopes, and a large waterfall on the way.
Exhausted, taking photos and bathing in the waterfall, we reached Chanaute around 4 pm. Hoping for food and shelter, we were shocked when a large settlement was confined to a few houses after the quake. In one of the houses, tea and bhogte fruits were found to be eaten but there was no place to stay. For accommodation we reached Katike Bazaar which is further up.
On the second day, early in the morning, we started walking straight from Katike Bazaar towards Khani village. As the small dirt road in the middle of the dense forest became steep, the settlements surrounded by lush green fields in the distance looked very attractive. Probably due to the lack of roads near the capital, farmers were still plowing.
We finally reached Dalle Pond around 1 o’clock. The name of the place is derived from the circular pond seen there.
At that moment, an old man came to talk to us.
“Where did you go, brothers? ””
“We walked to Bhairab kunda.”
“That’s all there is to it.”
“And where is your foreigner?”
“No, we went for a walk on our own.”
It was becoming difficult for them to digest the fact that Nepali also travel as tourists. The old man then told the story of his village.
Their ancestral settlement was in Sankhu. When Prithvi Narayan Shah invaded and captured the valley, some Newars fled to Khanigaun to escape his oppression and settled there. There is also an iron mine near the village.
“Even though we are Newars, we do not know how to speak Newari. When he fled and came here, he said that if he spoke Newari, he would be captured and killed by Prithvinarayan Shah’s army. After that, our ancestors gradually stopped speaking Newari, ”said the old man.
That day we reached Golu, the village of Sherpas on the lake. Fighting with fatigue and worms, I finally reached Golu in the twilight evening. The youngest sherpa fed us dhindo, a type of vegetable made from milk, and a churpi.
The third day was difficult. After leaving the last settlement, the height was increasing rapidly. Our goal was to walk until dawn and set up tents in the evening to find a suitable place. The villagers said that Salle and Dalinche were found on the road but no house or sign was found. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. It was even more painful to cross the forest.
Once, after walking for an hour, we came to a cowshed and found that we had lost our way. However, the Sherpini sisters in the barn did not regret losing their way after serving salted tea and churpi.
The right path can be found in 15 minutes by climbing a steep hill from the cowshed. A brother guided us to the right path. That day, around 5 pm, we decided to stay in a small resting place in the forest. If you walk for another hour, you will reach a more beautiful place and a better place, but I didn’t know. The water began to drip on it. Somehow we spent the night.
The fourth day was the most exciting. There was a competition among us to capture the view of the snow-capped peaks, green meadows, and human settlements in small group. In a place called Chogarmogar, we captured pictures in different positions and frames for about an hour. Even though we were not satisfied, due to time constraints, we started to rise again.
After walking for about two hours on a rocky road from Chogarmogar, we reached Bhairab kunda / Pond. After seeing that beautiful pond, the pain of the journey was forgotten forever. We climbed the hill next to it and started to see the whole form of Bhairav / Bhairab kunda pond. The kisses of the cold wind, the sighs of Bhairab kunda and the chirping music of the birds cannot be explained in words of joy.
The Sherpas call this tank Chhemang Pond. Fairs are held here on Janai Purnima and Nag panchami. It is also a special place for bird watching. After sleeping for a while near the pool, we got up and started our work. Some pitched tents, some searched for firewood, and some carried water. Then we cooked and ate soup and coffee and walked around the pool for a while. The pool that is clearly visible in a moment will be covered with fog in a moment. In an instant, it started raining without finding the place where the sun was shining. Very fun
On the fifth day, in the early morning light, it was fun to take a photo in the background and see the mountains. Then we started to return. The downhill road led to Yarmasingh village in the evening. On the sixth day we reached Larcha and from there we drove to Kathmandu.