Mugu Trip, post death escaping, part III

taking meal in Bhulbhule( A FCHV's house)

From the Bhulbhule, we moved ahead with full stomach having some confidence that we can reach Mugu that day. After few minutes we found some wide and open place. It is called Patan, a plain area for cattle grazing (it’s plateau terrain though). We started shouting in elation that we found such wonderful place in the lap of the mountain since we had crossed two deadly places before we found it. I made somersaulting over the grass ground and two of my friends cheered and started clapping hands. It was such a pleasant moment that we did not care what other might think about what we were doing. Passersby, shepherds, cottage hotel owners, sheep, horses, donkeys and other cattle we could see them lost in their own world.

Patan

We took some sips of cold but delicious water there. We felt as if we were taking the taste of amrit (a nectar of the god that makes them immortal) directly from god Shiva. We took some snaps there and video graph as well. As we came across the cool breeze directly from Himalayas, one of us uttered, ‘RUI, PHUI or DUI…’.we burst into a laugh in no time that refreshed our tired mind.

Patan

From Jumla to Mugu, road construction has been going on. Mugeli people are hoping to see their first motor before Dashain in this year but it seems impossible by this time. If construction goes smoothly, they may be able to see the motor by the end of this year. Finger cross to them. This road access to Mugu by motor is obviously good for Mugeli people; moreover, tourism will definitely come into bloom. Rara will be the best tourism destination for national as well as international tourist but foundation for tourism should already be planned by Mugeli People otherwise we may get lost what to do ahead.

Ghuchchiko lek, taking rest: throwing jokes and laugh

Crossing the plateau of Patan, we took rest on the top of the Ghuchchiko lek( Guchchi hill), the border between Jumla and Mugu wandering about 360 view. We discussed about life, journey, relation and destination there while taking rest. Somehow that moment make us sentimentalize. We were on the top of Ghuchchiko lek. it was one of most difficult part of trekking in Mugu. We moved down and down it made us tired but there was no signal of reaching the nearest village. Legs were aching, joints were burning and the whole body was tired; only taking rest did not make us regain the energy but there was no alternative.


Friends from Unicef and GTZ were left behind. Among them, there was one pregnant lady who dared to visit Mugu on foot. I really appreciated for her daredevil effort.

Ghuchchiko lek, taking rest

The Sun was sinking at the West, it was twilight and we could locate the road where it’s heading towards. With heavy mind and body, we stepped into the farm of a village called Pina of Mugu District. That day we stopped by there and rest our aching legs there in a cottage hotel.