Hello, world!
I’m Sumit, an average guy with above average love for the mountains and dal bhat. This is the story of how I got tricked (by myself) into climbing thousands of steps, sleeping in cold rooms, and loving every single minute of it.
Yes, I did the Annapurna Base Camp Trek, and somehow survived to tell the tale.
The Brilliant (and Slightly Overconfident) Plan
It all started with a very innocent idea: “I need a break.”
I contacted Adventure Himalaya Nepal, and they were like, “Great! We’ll plan everything. Just bring energy and good shoes.” I had both (sort of). What I didn’t have was mental preparation for Ulleri’s stairs, but we’ll get to that later.
I reached Pokhara, all pumped up, took a jeep to Nayapul, and the trek officially began. It was all smiles and selfies in the beginning- until we hit Ulleri.
Ulleri, my friends, is not a village. It is a test of your thigh muscles and emotional strength. I counted thousands of stone steps, and I’m pretty sure the ancestors of those steps are still laughing at me.
By the end of the day, my knees were singing, “Why do you do this to me?”
The trail from Ulleri to Ghorepani was honestly stunning. Forests full of blooming rhododendrons, cute village homes, and cheerful locals made me forget my aching legs. I even saw some mountain goats and considered joining their tribe because they seemed way more fit.
In Chhomrong, I tried the local apple pie, and let’s just say- forget the abs, I’m here for the dessert.
Walking from Bamboo to Deurali felt like entering a new world. The air was colder, the trees shorter, and my excitement higher. Every hour I asked our guide, “Are we close to ABC?” and he’d smile politely and say, “Almost.”
Spoiler alert: “Almost” in trekking language means ‘walk for 2 more hours.’
We woke up early and pushed towards Machhapuchre Base Camp (MBC) and then ABC. And wow… just WOW.
Surrounded by giants like Annapurna I, Hiunchuli, and the fish-tailed Machhapuchre, I felt like a small potato in a world of beautiful French fries.
The sun hit the peaks and turned them golden. I stared in silence. Then immediately took 100 photos, because how could I not?
We returned the same way, with a stop at Jhinu Danda, where there’s a hot spring. I dipped my feet in and almost cried tears of joy. After days of walking, those hot springs felt better than any spa.
By the time I reached Siwai and caught the jeep back to Pokhara, I was sunburned, sore, slightly smelly, but insanely happy.
This trek was tough, beautiful, emotional, hilarious, and absolutely worth it. The Annapurna Base Camp Trek is not just about reaching the base camp. It’s about the journey, the laughs, the missteps (literal), and the memories.
Thanks to Adventure Himalaya Nepal, I got to experience all of this with full support, good food, a cheerful guide, and zero stress.
So if you’re thinking about doing the trek, stop thinking. Pack your bag, prepare your legs, and go.
And when you get there, just remember to take a deep breath, look at the mountains, and say, “Woooow… worth every blister”
Want your own adventure like mine?
Join the team at Adventure Himalaya Nepal., and maybe, just maybe, you’ll come back with stronger legs and even funnier stories.
