#4: A Warm Tibetan Home
Now if there is anything called comfort in the form of tea houses, then we had ample comfort for most of the trek. Especially looking back, when the walk was coming to an end. But on the last day we had the lone tea break at Sabarkum (and that was hours ago) and the cold rain added to the longing for a hot cup of tea. And sometime after the forests had ended and we were dripping wet with the rain, the trench like trail, widened to cobbled streets bringing immediate cheer to our minds - this was the prospect of civilization, comfort and the pleasures of good food, clean clothes and warm drink.
A big settlement appeared terraced along the hill sides. Small huts with tiny verandahs, colourful roofs, doors that opened with “Happy Losar” written on them, small gardens, fenced boundaries, cattle and livestock and little square fields of cultivation abounded. The longing for a cup of tea was too evident and we placed the request to our guide so that we could sit down for a while. This place was Upper Srikhola.
We entered the home of a young couple (probably in their twenties). It took them a while to brew the tea, but the salty, buttery tea was a livener. We stayed in their home for may be 20 mins. But their hospitality – having provided their lone bed for us to sit, while they remained standing for the entire time – moved us deeply. Probably, everyday some tourist or the other drops by their house and this must be the normal course of things. But we weren’t accustomed to such hospitality. In a city hotel, you pay thousands to buy that smile and hospitality. This came at the cost of naught.
Now if there is anything called comfort in the form of tea houses, then we had ample comfort for most of the trek. Especially looking back, when the walk was coming to an end. But on the last day we had the lone tea break at Sabarkum (and that was hours ago) and the cold rain added to the longing for a hot cup of tea. And sometime after the forests had ended and we were dripping wet with the rain, the trench like trail, widened to cobbled streets bringing immediate cheer to our minds - this was the prospect of civilization, comfort and the pleasures of good food, clean clothes and warm drink.
A big settlement appeared terraced along the hill sides. Small huts with tiny verandahs, colourful roofs, doors that opened with “Happy Losar” written on them, small gardens, fenced boundaries, cattle and livestock and little square fields of cultivation abounded. The longing for a cup of tea was too evident and we placed the request to our guide so that we could sit down for a while. This place was Upper Srikhola.
We entered the home of a young couple (probably in their twenties). It took them a while to brew the tea, but the salty, buttery tea was a livener. We stayed in their home for may be 20 mins. But their hospitality – having provided their lone bed for us to sit, while they remained standing for the entire time – moved us deeply. Probably, everyday some tourist or the other drops by their house and this must be the normal course of things. But we weren’t accustomed to such hospitality. In a city hotel, you pay thousands to buy that smile and hospitality. This came at the cost of naught.
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| Singalila Ridge At Tumling |
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| Walking Towards Jhaubari |
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| Steaming Tea |
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| Cattle gazing |
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| Return Path |
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