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Solo trekking to the Gokyo Lakes

Written by Joshua Fuglsang on .


The spectacular 6,782m Kangtega mountain
The spectacular 6,782m Kangtega mountain - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang


To kick off my round the world tour, I first want­ed to dis­con­nect from our mod­ern civil­i­sa­tion. I want­ed to be­come lost in the wilder­ness and to have am­ple time to think about my jour­ney ahead. I have loved trekking for many years, hav­ing pre­vi­ous­ly com­plet­ed sev­er­al mul­ti-week treks in ar­eas such as Tas­ma­nia’s wilder­ness, pro­tect­ed trop­i­cal Is­lands, as well as the An­na­pur­na cir­cuit. I had al­ready or­gan­ised to vis­it Nepal to at­tend a month long med­i­ta­tion course, so since I would be fly­ing to the coun­try I de­cid­ed to start my trip with a walk, or rather five weeks of con­tin­u­ous walk­ing.

I chose Gokyo as my des­ti­na­tion af­ter read­ing Lone­ly Plan­et’s “Trekking in the Nepal Hi­malaya”. There are quite a lot of treks in Nepal, Lone­ly Plan­et on­ly just scratch­es the sur­face, as I found out once I had ar­rived, but the Emer­ald Lakes of Gokyo stood out to me the most. Orig­i­nal­ly I want­ed to walk Mt. Man­aslu, but it re­quired that I walk in a group of two and take a guide. That didn’t work for me, as I want­ed to walk so­lo. An­oth­er op­tion was the Do­p­lo Re­gion, but again re­quired a guide and a group. So af­ter much read­ing, I de­cid­ed to go with Gokyo; a trek de­scribed in Lone­ly Plan­et as “the high­lights of Ever­est Base Camp with­out the tourism”.

This ar­ti­cle has an ac­com­pa­ny­ing pho­to al­bum on Flickr, check it out here!


Monastery in the Mountains
Monastery in the Moun­tains - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

Touch­ing down in Trib­hu­vana Air­port is like go­ing back in time. The air­port is a com­plete sham­bles; with peo­ple stand­ing on the run­way for self­ies with aero­planes, and the bag­gage col­lec­tion area a sea of aban­doned trol­leys, stacks of tele­vi­sions and oth­er im­port­ed goods, and a throng of peo­ple fill­ing what space was left.

The first thing I had to do was or­gan­ise my sim card, stand­ing in the queue I met a la­dy from Es­to­nia al­so plan­ning on trekking; so we split a taxi to the city and over the com­ing days de­cid­ed to join our treks, though re­alised that we wouldn’t fin­ish it to­geth­er as we had dif­fer­ent time­lines.

Getting to Solukhumbu

To start the trek I de­cid­ed to walk in rather than catch one of the per­ilous planes. There had been one crash al­ready in 2017, though it wasn’t wide­ly re­port­ed on be­cause it was on­ly a car­go plane rather than a pas­sen­ger plane. Ac­cord­ing­ly, the air­line was re­brand­ed lat­er the same month.

Orig­i­nal­ly I planned to walk in to the Ever­est area via Jiri, how­ev­er I was sug­gest­ed by a lo­cal man to walk in via Sal­leri as it was three days short­er. There wasn’t a lot of in­for­ma­tion about the Sal­leri trek on­line, how­ev­er this blog proved to be fair­ly use­ful, but lacked a bit of de­tail. I doc­u­ment­ed each day of walk­ing quite thor­ough­ly, though I won’t post my records here as it is out­side of the scope of this web­site. If you would like my trail notes, then feel free to send me an email.

Catching the Local Jeep

To get to Sal­leri, you need to catch a jeep or a lo­cal bus. I caught a jeep, and sup­pos­ed­ly the jeep is more com­fort­able than the bus, but I haven’t caught the bus so I can’t com­ment. To buy the tick­ets we were tak­en to the bus de­pot by my ho­tel. The bus de­pot is in Chabahil on the ring road, you can see it quite eas­i­ly on Google Maps by search­ing for Chabahil Chowk. The tick­ets cost 1400rs each, or about $17 AUD, though ac­cord­ing to oth­er blogs they were 900rs. I guess the price had gone up, though is still ex­cep­tion­al­ly cheap.

Three generations in Solukhumbu
Three gen­er­a­tions in Solukhum­bu - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

The jeep was due to de­part at 5am, but didn’t get away un­til 5:30am, which I still con­sid­er to be an over­whelm­ing suc­cess con­sid­er­ing the punc­tu­al­i­ty of most Nepali trans­port. The jour­ney took around 12 hours in to­tal, and cov­ered a dis­tance of about 200km. The road for the most part was pret­ty good; it was sealed for most of the trip, with the oc­ca­sion­al un­sealed cor­ner, or patch of shat­tered road where a boul­der had fall­en down from above. Talk­ing to oth­er trav­ellers who had com­plet­ed the jour­ney in pre­vi­ous years, you used to have to swap jeeps half way through and cross a rope lad­der on foot. The fi­nal 20km or so of road was the worst; this sec­tion was com­plete­ly un­sealed, hugged the edge of a moun­tain, and dropped off sharply in to a foam­ing riv­er far be­low. Parts of this sec­tion were ex­treme­ly rocky, I had to hold on to the door han­dle in the car to keep my­self from slid­ing around the seat­belt-less back seat. Dur­ing the lat­er part of the trip I spot­ted two bus­es turned over and rust­ed out a few hun­dred me­ters away from the road down the val­ley. At one point we came across a heavy chain draped across the road, fol­low­ing the chain you could see a Jeep down the val­ley. The ac­ci­dent must have hap­pened with­in a few hours.

Rid­ing in the jeep with us was a moun­taineer­ing guide from Ka­pan. On the way out of the val­ley he point­ed out a small, dis­tant pin­na­cle pok­ing out of a cloud - Mount Ever­est. Such an amaz­ing gift. You could not see the foot of the moun­tain at all, just the peak high in the sky.

Walking to Namche Bazaar

Villages leading to Namche Bazaar
Vil­lages lead­ing to Nam­che Bazaar - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

Walk­ing in from Sal­leri was one of the most spe­cial parts of the trek for me. The vil­lages in this area ex­ist­ed for more than just tourism, you could see the vil­lagers just liv­ing their nor­mal lives. The weath­er un­for­tu­nate­ly on the first two days was a bit wet, which was fair­ly un­heard of for Oc­to­ber, though not un­pleas­ant but it did make mud­dy, treach­er­ous walk­ing. The worst sec­tion was the climb in to Nun­tha­la; here the path had swollen to two me­ters wide from the don­key trains, and it was very mud­dy. You could slip eas­i­ly, and with each step the hun­gry mud would swal­low your foot up by a few inch­es. The trail ev­ery­day went up 600m in al­ti­tude, be­fore dip­ping back down an­oth­er 600m in al­ti­tude, so it was pret­ty tough go­ing. It crossed through forests of Rhodo­den­drons, over ex­posed high-pass­es, and past im­mac­u­late­ly main­tained Bud­dhist monas­ter­ies. For the first day we didn’t see any oth­er tourists, not un­til we had con­verged with the main Jiri trail did we start to see oth­er trav­ellers, and even then the vol­ume of peo­ple was just a frac­tion of what we would en­counter lat­er. Dur­ing this part of the walk, my Es­to­ni­an friend and I part­ed ways, as I be­came un­well with what I sus­pect­ed to be food poi­son­ing and had to take an af­ter­noon of rest.

Shrine in 500 year old monastery
Shrine in 500 year old monastery - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

One of the most spe­cial parts of this sec­tion was a 500 year old Bud­dhist Monastery that I found as part of a side trail. The monastery fea­tured a shrine of Gu­ru Rin­poche, who is an 8th cen­tu­ry Bud­dhist mas­ter, and is con­sid­ered to be the ‘Sec­ond Bud­dha’ across Ti­bet. It was a very spe­cial day; I was shown around the tem­ple by a monk who was the same age as me.

Walking with the donkey trains
Walk­ing with the don­key trains - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

Nam­che Bazaar is a bit of a hub in the Ever­est Re­gion; it is a large town, which ev­ery­body needs to pass through to reach the trekking des­ti­na­tions be­yond. It is al­so an im­por­tant ac­cli­ma­ti­sa­tion point, you have to rest here for at least one night, but prefer­ably two, be­fore you con­tin­ue on un­less you are will­ing to risk get­ting al­ti­tude sick­ness. To get in to Nam­che Bazaar there is a day of steep climb­ing; for the first part of the day you are fol­low­ing a tur­bu­lent riv­er fed by the glaciers high up in the moun­tains, be­fore be­gin­ning a steep two hour climb on a dusty trail switch­ing back and forth through pine for­est and cross­ing steel sus­pen­sion bridges. On this sec­tion of the walk I met up with three ladies from West­ern Aus­tralia. We walked to­geth­er up to Nam­che Bazaar, and shared ac­com­mo­da­tion for two nights. This was to be the fi­nal des­ti­na­tion of their trek, so af­ter the two nights they re­turned back to Luk­la and on­wards to Kath­man­du.

Namche Bazaar to Gokyo

Nepali enjoying view of Ama Dablam
Nepali en­joy­ing view of Ama Dablam - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

From Nam­che my next des­ti­na­tion was to be Gokyo and its famed Emer­ald Lakes. De­part­ing from Gokyo I went via the Ever­est View Ho­tel, for as its name sug­gests, it has a nice view of Mt. Ever­est on clear days. Luck­i­ly for me it was a clear day, so here I re­laxed for half an hour while I soaked in the view. More spec­tac­u­lar how­ev­er, was the view of Ama Dablam. In lo­cal lore Ama Dablam means “Moth­ers Neck­lace”, where the main pin­na­cle of the moun­tain rep­re­sents the moth­er and the two small­er pin­na­cles are her lov­ing arms wrapped around her child. To me, Ama Dablam is the most beau­ti­ful moun­tain in the Hi­malayas, and one that I cap­tured a lot of with my cam­era. Ama Dablam aside, I felt a pow­er­ful sense of ac­com­plish­ment to be sit­ting in sight of Mt. Ever­est, hav­ing car­ried my­self here on my own with­out a group or a guide.

Major town Khumjung on the way to Gokyo
Ma­jor town Khumjung on the way to Gokyo - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

On this sec­tion of the Trek I be­friend­ed two oth­er trav­ellers, an Aus­tralian man and a Dutch man. The Aus­tralian was a pho­tog­ra­pher as well, and we had some nice chats to­geth­er about pho­tog­ra­phy gear. The dutch guy told us a sto­ry about his friend who had in­jured him­self cross­ing a high pass, and how they had to re­cruit a group of eight porters to run his friend down the moun­tain. Mean­while they were un­luck­i­ly at­tacked by a wild yak, which was fend­ed off by the porters throw­ing stones at it. In the end his friend was flown to Kath­man­du by he­li­copter.

This sec­tion of the walk was far more des­o­late than the pre­vi­ous, and of­fered some tru­ly spec­tac­u­lar moun­tain views. The trail hugged the cliff edge all the way up the val­ley from Nam­che to Gokyo. The path was pre­dom­i­nate­ly less than one me­ter wide, and dropped off sharply down the val­ley in to the Dudh Kosi, a riv­er fed by glaciers and lakes high up in the moun­tain. Dzo, a work­ing an­i­mal which is crossed be­tween Yak and Cow, are driv­en through this sec­tion of the trek, so you have to be sure to let them pass on the val­ley side of the trail, as they can eas­i­ly bump you.

Around Gokyo

Second emerald lake of Gokyo
Sec­ond emer­ald lake of Gokyo - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

I spent a to­tal of four days stay­ing around Gokyo, which is at an al­ti­tude of 4800m. The tea house where I stayed, and was rec­om­mend­ed to me by a few dif­fer­ent peo­ple, saw quite a few so­lo trav­ellers vis­it, so each night I had some­one to talk to. There were quite a few in­ter­est­ing char­ac­ters that passed through; in­clud­ing a Eu­ro­pean who had been to Nepal 22 times, ev­ery year for the past 22 years; he spoke Nepali flu­ent­ly. The host­ess of the tea­house each night cooked pop­corn for us, from corn that was grown lo­cal­ly by her fa­ther, so it was quite a spe­cial treat.

View of Gokyo and third emerald lake from Gokyo Ri
View of Gokyo and third emer­ald lake from Gokyo Ri - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

Around Gokyo there are a few side treks which of­fer some fan­tas­tic scenic views. The first is the climb up to the top of Gokyo Ri; a dusty out­crop that juts up to 5400m al­ti­tude at the edge of Gokyo town. This is quite a spec­tac­u­lar van­tage point as it of­fers 360 de­gree views of Hi­malayan moun­tains, in­clud­ing Mt. Ever­est. This view is con­sid­ered to be one of the best in the re­gion, with Lone­ly Plan­et claim­ing that such a view is usu­al­ly re­served for Bal­loon­ists and rock climbers. The day that I vis­it­ed had bright blue skies and very few clouds; it was the view for which I had trekked for weeks to see. I spent a few hours at the top just en­joy­ing the view, be­fore slow­ing de­scend­ing down. At 5400m al­ti­tude, it was the high­est that I had climbed in my life, and pos­si­bly the high­est that I’ll ev­er climb again. Let’s see!

One of the key rea­sons for Gokyo’s pop­u­lar­i­ty is the six emer­ald lakes which sur­round it. They are tru­ly breath­tak­ing with hues of blues shouldn’t be­long to any body of wa­ter. When you are walk­ing in to Gokyo you pass three of the lakes, and you can see the re­main­ing three as part of a side walk. Un­for­tu­nate­ly it is quite a long trek to get to the sixth, so most peo­ple who vis­it will on­ly see the first five, and this was the same for me as well. I tried to trek up to the sixth lake, but I was alone; no one else walked that far, and as I was get­ting clos­er to the lake a big storm-front was start­ing to roll in, and be­ing three hours away from the town I de­cid­ed to walk back. This was one of the most spe­cial days of walk­ing for me, it of­fered some amaz­ing moun­tain views, due to the glacial high­way break­ing all pos­si­ble in­ter­rup­tions.

Glacier moraine leading to Gokyo Town
Glacier moraine lead­ing to Gokyo Town - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

The fi­nal side trek that I did while stay­ing in Gokyo was through the glacier it­self. I spent one day walk­ing through the glacial moraine and back again, just to ex­pe­ri­ence what it was like. It was like walk­ing on the moon, with rocks creak­ing around you, and rub­ble cas­cad­ing off near­by hid­den ledges. There are many small glacial lakes through the moraine, some of which I hiked down to see. The lakes were bor­dered by walls of sol­id ice veined with blue cracks and the wa­ter was a steely grey colour, with im­mense blocks of ice break­ing their sur­faces. The walls of ice are the on­ly hint of the for­mer glacier, most of the time all that you saw was the grey rub­ble, ground away in mil­len­nia past in to a fine sand by a long since re­treat­ed glacier. How­ev­er, if you at­tempt to walk up to the sixth emer­ald lake, then you can see the re­main­der of the glacier. It is a shad­ow of its for­mer glo­ry, it took hours of trekking along the moraine be­fore even see­ing the start of it.

Over Renjo La

Yak frozen in the early morning
Yak frozen in the ear­ly morn­ing - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

From Gokyo I trekked back to Nam­che Bazaar via Ren­jo La. I had the op­tion to trek back via Cho La and take the Ever­est Base Camp route back to Nam­che Bazaar, but I re­al­ly wasn’t in­ter­est­ed in walk­ing with vast num­bers of large tour groups, and to have to sleep in din­ing rooms on ac­count of the guides book­ing ev­ery­thing up. But aside from that fact, I was strong­ly in­ter­est­ed in the his­tor­i­cal el­e­ment of the Ren­jo side of the re­gion. Ren­jo was an an­cient trad­ing route be­tween Nepal and Ti­bet, but closed down since the Chi­nese in­vad­ed. Ren­jo is al­so in the rain shad­ow of the moun­tain range and there­fore has much harsh­er veg­e­ta­tion, with rich or­ange grass­es, green moss­es, and sparkling graphite coloured stone. I can un­der­stand that it’s not ev­ery­ones pref­er­ence to be in such a des­o­late area, but that is why I want­ed to see it; to wit­ness harsh­ness which brings to your mind im­ages of Ti­bet.

The trek it­self was quite a chal­lenge; you first had climb 600m in al­ti­tude from Gokyo to the top of the pass, then de­scend 1000m down to the next town. There is no tea­house from Gokyo for eight hours of trekking, which means you have to car­ry your own food. This is in com­par­i­son to pret­ty much ev­ery­where else in the re­gion where you have guar­an­teed food stops ev­ery three to four hours, and of­ten less.

For this sec­tion of the trek I was walk­ing with a Pol­ish cou­ple that I met at Gokyo. They were a love­ly cou­ple, and helped me with my in­jured knee; I slipped over and strained it when walk­ing down from the Ren­jo pass.

From Gokyo it took three days to get back to Nam­che Bazaar, but could eas­i­ly have been down in two.

Staying at Namche Bazaar

Now that I had fin­ished the main por­tion of my trek I had some time to kill and de­cid­ed to take a rest stop in Nam­che Bazaar. In Nam­che I spent some days writ­ing ar­ti­cles about my past year, and about my plans for the fu­ture. A lot of those ar­ti­cles you can now see on this site. This was quite time­ly, as I had caught a light cold some­where so it took me a few days to get over that.

Lawudo and Tengboche

Trail from Lawudo to Thame
Trail from Lawu­do to Thame - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

For the fi­nal por­tion of my trek, my mum was go­ing to come to vis­it me. She flew in to Luk­la then hired a porter to car­ry her bag up to Nam­che Bazaar. At Nam­che Bazaar I took some of her ex­tra weight and we trekked to­geth­er up to Lawu­do Gom­pa. Lawu­do Gom­pa is quite fa­mous with­in Ti­betan Bud­dhism, as the head of the FPMT (Foun­da­tion for the Preser­va­tion of the Ma­hayana Tra­di­tion), a pro­lif­ic Bud­dhist or­gan­i­sa­tion, is said to be a rein­car­na­tion of the Lawu­do Lama. We spent two nights here with a vis­it­ing nun from Aus­tralia, and the nun who looks af­ter the Gom­pa; Ani La. While we were stay­ing here we helped to make wa­ter of­fer­ings to each of the Bud­dhas in the Gom­pa, a process which took a num­ber of hours to com­plete, but was deeply spir­i­tu­al.

View of Khumjung and Ama Dablam
View of Khumjung and Ama Dablam - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

From Lawu­do my mum and I did a small trek through the moun­tains; we spent a week trav­el­ling be­tween each of the ma­jor val­leys in the re­gion. First we vis­it­ed Thame Monastery in the west­ern val­ley; one of the big­gest monas­ter­ies in the area. From Thame we trekked for two days to vis­it Phortse in the cen­tral val­ley; which was quite a chal­lenge for my mum as the trail was long and steep, yet she made it through. I am proud of her as most trekkers are half her age, and most­ly they give their bags to porters to car­ry. As is of­ten the case, the most chal­leng­ing day was one of the most beau­ti­ful; the trail we walked on was less than one me­ter wide and dropped off sharply down to riv­er be­low, but of­fered un­par­al­leled views of the deep val­ley and the soar­ing Hi­malayan moun­tain range. The fi­nal des­ti­na­tion of our trek was to be Teng­boche in the East­ern Val­ley; a ma­jor stop on the way to Ever­est Base Camp. Teng­boche is an awe­some stop­ping point, perched on the shoul­der of a moun­tain, with steep climbs in to and out of it, and with­in Ten­boche is a beau­ti­ful Ti­betan Gom­pa. I think we may have got­ten the last room in all of Teng­boche as we ar­rived quite late and nor­mal­ly it is booked up in ad­vance by the big tour groups. We checked ev­ery tea­house in the vil­lage for a room, and the very last one in town had just one room left; we were very lucky for we had just fin­ished quite an ex­haust­ing day of walk­ing.

Returning to Kathmandu

Walking past Tengboche Monastery
Walk­ing past Teng­boche Monastery - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

From Teng­boche all that was left was a two day walk back to Luk­la then a flight to Kath­man­du. These fi­nal two days were very nice; com­plete­ly dif­fer­ent to the high­er al­ti­tude ar­eas. Gone were the spec­tac­u­lar moun­tain views, re­placed by thriv­ing lo­cal com­mu­ni­ties nes­tled in green tem­per­ate forests. By this point we had left be­hind the harsh­ness for which the Hi­malayas is fa­mous for.

Walking up to Tengboche Monastery
Walk­ing up to Teng­boche Monastery - Copy­right © Joshua Fuglsang

On the 11th of No­vem­ber, our tiny plane leaped from the in­fa­mous­ly short Luk­la run­way to car­ry us away from the Hi­malayas and my five weeks of trekking. Such a jour­ney it was! Think­ing back on it now I sore­ly miss my time there, and am blown away by the mem­o­ry of snow capped peaks, Yaks, Naks, Hi­malayan Thar, and smil­ing vil­lagers. Yet at the time I was hap­py to be fi­nal­ly re­turn­ing to the crea­ture com­forts of our mod­ern world.


Thanks for read­ing! Af­ter my time trekking I par­took in a one month med­i­ta­tion course. If you are in­ter­est­ed in that jour­ney, then please read about it here.

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Here you will find articles on an ambitious plan to travel from Singapore to Morocco overland, i.e. without flying.

I will use buses and trains to travel through South East Asia, China, Mongolia, Russia, and Europe.

Read about The Plan So Far.