An Idiot's Guide to Hiking Annapurna Circuit Trek

I recently did a solo 10-days Annapurna Circuit Trek(ACT) in Nepal. I went there ill-prepared and didn't die. So this is an idiot's guide to hiking ACT along with mistakes I realized I'd made as I walked deeper into the mountains.

A bit about ACT

Annapurna Circuit Trek

ACT trail starts from Besisahar at 820m altitude. The altitude go up as you go, culminating in Thorung Pass at 5416m. It's this significant altitude changes that you get to experience the various landscapes and ways of life on this trek.

If you don't care about all that, you can take a jeep to Manang. Yes, they built a road for vehicles to reach until Manang. As a consequence of that, when I walk on the road, vehicles kick up dusts as they pass me by. That sucks and I feel like shit.

However, there are hiking trails that run parallel to the road. Pay attention to them on MAPS.me. I missed many of them. The trails take longer time and involve more ascends and decends, plus some are not well-maintained. So you need to either hire a guide or do your research extensively.

I mostly favored the road because I could experience the landscapes there too. And honestly, I care less the lower altitude landscapes than the snow-capped mountains, which emerge ever so slightly over time. Still, the dusts really sucks! The bandana helped alot there.

Also, you will be walking along side the Marsyangdi River most of the times.

Stuff I Carry

All was carried in the one bag that weights 8kg in total. No need for porter. Just carry less shits!

Mistakes

Day 0

Thamel, Kathmandu

I had spent the previous week working my day job in a hostel in Thamel. On 21st Oct Friday morning, I took a 10-hour public bus from Gongabu Bus park to Besisahar(default place to start ACT). From there, I took another bus to Bulbule as I'd read the journey in between wouldn't be spectacular. But I ended up in lower Ngadi like an idiot thinking the bus's final stop was Bulbule.

Khaja

Mistakes

Day 1

Ngadi

First day of walking! From Ngadi to Jagat.

I took the hiking trail to stop by Syange to check out the water falls. They were breathtaking. I'd never seen anything like this before.

Viewing the waterfalls at Syange from Hotel Rainbow while eating a plate of boiled potatoes coz it's cheap coz I thought I was running out of cash
Jagat

Mistakes

Day 2

Jagat to Karte.

Today I came across several waterfalls flowing over the road down to the Marsyangdi river. They were pretty cool but be careful, particularly one of them that had caused a fatal accident.

Dodgy waterfall

I skipped Tal which seemed like a recent touristy place built there to capitalize on the surroundings. The river seems completely reconfigured in the process too.

Tal

My heels also started to deteriorate here. I originally aimed for Dharapani but decided to call it at Karte which turned out to be a blessing. It's a very small and quiet village. The owners of the tea house(New World hotel) I stayed at treated me like a family member. The lady owner was amazing - Her Tibetan bread with honey was the first I ever tried and couldn't stop ordering it down the road; She treated my cracked heels with oil; She agreed to exchange a 100USD note I had for Nepali Rupee but I nullified the agreement on last day coz I could tell she was rightfully worried about the authenticity of the note.

Karte

It was also on this day that I realized I should skip the villages on ACT that most hikers flock to rest for the day. Instead, opt for the smaller villages like Karte. In other words, avoid cookie-cutter hiking itineraries.

Mistakes

Day 3

Karte to Timang.

Saved lots of time by taking the hiking trails that cut through the winded road.

I stopped by Odar. Steep climb. In hindsight, I would skip Odar. There's a view point with ok view. I read before this village was worth a visit for its medieval atmosphere, but they'd modernized the roof to steel material and things like that. Though, I saw ladders made of tree trunk which was cool - those are the kind of things I want to see.

Odar
Ladder out of tree trunk

From Timang onwards, snow-capped mountains become very prominent around me. From the tea house I stayed at called 'Prasanna hotel', I could see the Manaslu and Himchuli mountains.

Manaslu and Himchuli from Prasanna Hotel

I tried searching on internet if really only Jomsom has the ATM. To my delight, Manang had one too very recently. I was relieved. I start to loosen my belt on foods and teas now.

Mistakes

Today nothing struck me as mistakes!

Day 4

Timang to Dhukur Pokhari.

This was a tough journey. Walking on sandal with non-split-toes sock is bothering me. I couldn't make it to Upper Pisang. I stayed the night at Dhukur Pokhari.

Amazing mountains surround me past Bhratang.

View past Bhratang
Donkeys

Also the night is freezing and mountains are turning arid and snowy.

Mistakes

Day 5

Dhukur Pokhari to Manang.

Turns out Upper Pisang wasn't so far away, and it has great view.

I skipped Ghyaru and Ngawal to arrive in Manang sooner to sort out my logistical woes - draw much needed cash, get gloves and shoes.

Manang

I stayed only one night in Manang coz I didn't feel anything like altitude sickness the next morning.

Got the shoes! But gonna regret this. Look how slippery the sole is!

Day 6

Manang to Gunsang.

Today I put on my new shoes and continue my journey with renewed spirits. I was wrong. My cracked heels are not jiving with the shoes. It hurts every step I take. I also started to feel dizzy and breathless from the altitude. I could only make it to Gunsang which turned out to be a hidden gem!

Gunsang from my room
Gunsang at the tea house

Lots of good memories made at this place. There was only one tea house operational. It's called Chulu West Hotel. It's entirely run by a lady(with a man from Manang working the potato fields and walk back once he finishes). It was inspiring to watch her work. After I told her about my predicament with my heels, she prepared me a bucket of warm water plus salt to sooth and hopefully heal my cracked heels. That's when I decided I will heal and acclimatize for few nights here.

Another most amazing thing about this place is the perfect breath taking panorama of Annapurna Himal right next to the tea house. And I got the perfect room for it.

I stayed two nights here. The first night I stayed all by myself since the lady owner had to be in Manang and carry some stocks back up by herself the next morning. The night was eerily lonely, quiet, dark, and cold with nothing but me, mountains, creatures, and the stars. I also experienced the altitude headache and breathlessness for the first time.

I was relieved when the day breaks. I remember sitting on a bench on the roof marveling at the himal while anticipating the lady's return. I saw her slowly making her way around the mountains from afar. I knew things were going to be ok soon.

On my second day here, it's busy in the kitchen. Many hikers would stop by for tea. I helped her out where I can in the kitchen mainly watch the fire to prepare hot water and wash the dishes. At one point, she offered me foods(a plate of boiled potatoes and half of an extra spring roll). I felt I'm part of her operation now.

I spent the second night with the lady owner, a hiker couple, a Nepali researcher and his partner stop by as part of their study about snow leopard in this region. Also, my heels had healed alot and altitude sickness had subsided.

I can't recommend enough to stay in this tea house.

Me and the lady owner

Mistakes

Day 8

Gunsang to Ledar.

I figured this would be a good altitude increment. Remember to listen to your body. General rule is not more than 500m climb per day.

Day 9

Ledar to High Camp.

To High Camp

I saw power lines getting setup on this stretch. I didn't like the sight of them.

High camp(or Thorung Phedi) is the last stop where people rest before making the push to Thorung Pass at around 4 - 5am next morning.

High Camp

I shared a dorm with 2 solo travellers. Couldn't fall asleep here. Altitude headache got to me.

Mistakes

Day 10

High Camp - Thorung Pass - Muktinath - Taxi to Kagbeni.

High Camp comes to life at 4am with people waking up, coming out of their room with backpack, heading to kitchen for breakfast, and hiking guides busy sorting out things for their client.

To Thorung Pass before dawn

Now, Thorung Pass is completely covered with snows. The trail is snowy, icy, rocky and slippery. Before the trip, I saw a snowy photo with clean flat dirt path outlining the trail, and somehow that'd dominated my entire notion of this place. I couldn't be more wrong. Since I didn't have a headlamp, initially I held my phone to light the way. I'm glad I did - the path in the very beginning was abit dodgy with steep slope on the other side. But then I stopped because my hand was freezing(gloves from Manang sucks) and I wanted to save battery since I heard this was by far the longest day on ACT. So I started to walk closely behind someone with lights. Even then, I could barely see the path. This whole time I was super alert to not make a wrong step and got myself into trouble.

Needless to say, I was relieved when the dawn breaks.

Made it to Thorung Pass

Coming down from Thorung Pass, I realized I didn't have another thing most people had: crampon! The surface of most parts of this trail was frozen probably due to high foot traffic. So without crampon, I keep slipping left and right. I had to scootch down and push myself to avoid slipping over to the slope on other side or sliding down the trail adjoined by multiple slopes and risk hitting my foot and butt into the rocks underneath; I had to step few feets to the side of trail that's still snow and constantly bang my toes on the rocks underneath; intentional and accidental butt slide, and ended up destroying my hiking pant and slightly cutting my wrists when trying to brake and maneuver. My journey here progresses at a snail rate while others with crampon breezely walk past me. I start to worry if it's going to be like this for much further. What if I come to a cliff and my stupid maneuvers won't cut it? Others can't borrow me theirs. I would need a helicopter rescue.

Broke my pant from butt slides

Luckily, the snowy part of the mountain ends at some point. The trail becomes a dirt path. I was relieved, again. I'm exhausted. But it is over. I changed back to my sandal to relieve my blistered and banged up toes, and continued my way to Muktinath in relative comforts. Then I took a taxi to Kagbeni village and spent a night there.

Mistakes

Last words

I know I could have prepared myself for everything this trek could possibly have up its sleeve. But wouldn't that deprive me of all surprises and serendipities? If I did, I would have missed out on unique experiences like those I had in quaint villages such as Karte and Gunsang.

My approach to this trek was to both research and pack the bare minimum, then go out there and listen to my body and wisdom of the local people - and adapt accordingly to the reality. When the natives - who have stayed there for generations - say this tap water is safe to drink, their words should weigh more than what you might have gathered from the internet. Up to the point I cracked my heels, I'd asked several locals whether my sandals were enough. All of them said I need shoes. Still, I was adamant. It took me few villages of wisdom and unignoreable pain to accept I was wrong. I wasn't listening as much and sincerely as I thought I would.

Similar to how microplastic has tainted our blood stream, peak of Mount Everest and bottom of Mariana Trench, we carry the responsible ethos with us to the mountains as well. Seeing the mountains as a beast, we tame them with technologies: Water treatment technologies are deployed, branded high-tech gears stomped the grounds leaving clouds of dust in its wake, and on High Camp, portable solar panel charger was used to charge our mobiles. We leave no wiggle room for uncertainties and discomfort, when in fact, they can be catalyst for groundedness and growth.

Honed and domesticated by the logics of global industrial civilization, hiking has become a mission, a conquest - to be performed efficiently in order to fulfill personal agenda. And once that's accomplished, we happily return to the bosom of the state and grease its wheels that will continue to deface the mountains where we just came back from.

I wonder to myself: Am I really there for the mountains and to listen and learn, or just to check something off my bucket list?