Gosainkunda : A Trip to Remember

 We arrived at Macchapokhari, Balaju in the morning sometime around 6:30. Around 7, our bus left the bus stop. But this post is not about the itinerary. It's about the people, I met along the way. There were a few that left their mark. 

The first day, we got lost. We didn't take a turn to Dhunche, instead going straight ahead. And when we realized it and made a U-turn, it was late at night. So, as an all-girls troupe, we were pretty worried. So, as the night came, we decided instead to ask help from the locals. One of them decided to help us and guided us through a shortcut to a boarding house in Dhunche. It was really helpful of him. 

Then, I because of my slow pace, I got separated from my group. I was walking rather slowly on my own vibe, listening to music when I noticed them, an hour from Dhunche. The Aryal Family. They were a group of 5-6 people, 3 adults and rest minors. One as young as 6-7. I noticed them particularly, because the second youngest would run all the way ahead, and then wait for the rest of the family to catch up. And then run again. The youngest girl walked with me for an hour or more. I found out later that she thought I was struggling with Asthma with how easy I was tiring. It would have been offensive if it wasn't so sweet.

The third were the two children who worked at the place I stayed at. I talked to them. When asked, both of them promptly replied they didn't want to study anymore. It was probably taught to them. But even if it wasn't, these children deserved a childhood. And I wish so bad, we could provide it to them. 

Then there was the 50–60-year-old and his tour guide. I don't where he was from. But damn, I wish I would be that active at 50–60-year-old. They were also friendly and mostly in a good mood. Infact all of them were, probably why I enjoyed the trekking so much. 

And finally, I met an American guy. Scott, I believe his name was. A lot of new changes in his life. New job, new place, and even his son moving out and doing new things. I believe Gosainkunda or rather Nepal was his familiar. He even pointed out the increase of Nepali travellers/trekkers in the recent years, and also the absence of Chicken in the written menu of Gosainkunda. 

 Overall it was fun, because I had these experience. It was like I shared an experience in Human Library. So many different people, lives and experiences.