Arughat

Group 3 and our Sherpa crew left Kathmandu at about 9am and drove through the congested streets serenaded by a chorus of screaming horns.

As we left the suburbs the road switch backed steeply down into the Trisuli Valley. Nightmares overtaking on precarious roads with the odd truck hanging over the abyss having misjudged its width.

Tea beak on the banks of the Trisuli before crossing the river and following a winding Tarmac road through the terraced hill sides. At about 700m we took a left fork and the it was dirt roads winding up a steep hill side of prosperous terraces no lunch at a small village on a ridge at 1100m.

After dhal baht we descended down through rhododendron forests and finally down to the bridge over the Buri Gandaki to camp at Arughat 534m.