tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49596769650095492712024-03-21T09:18:26.107+05:45Dennis' Manaslu Diary...Day by day account of Manaslu Mountain Trail Run 2012Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12741826771519720432noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959676965009549271.post-34608703786036416002012-11-27T23:27:00.001+05:452012-12-02T18:35:11.284+05:45Manaslu Trail Run - Days 7 and 8<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Day 7, trekking day, Samdo to Rui La pass (4,998m)
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We set off early, but a little later than planned. About 10
of us will tackle the trek to the pass on the border. It’s nice to walk and
chat, and the first part of the day is easy going, following a river gradually
up a valley. There is no habitation anywhere, just some old ruined settlements.
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After about 3 hours walking we cross the river and start the
climb up to the pass. It’s slow going as the air is getting noticeably thinner
the more we rise. It’s worth it at the top however, as we emerge onto a narrow
saddle with a view over a range of Tibetean peaks. The border here is marked
only by a crumbled down stone wall without a living soul in sight. We cross
over and huddle out of the wind in the shelter of boulders, and nibble some snacks.
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We lose a little time at the bottom waiting to regroup, and
as it’s well past noon. It’s pretty clear that we have a long day remaining ahead.
Pushing on at a faster pace, we descend to the main trail in about 2 hours.
It’s already about 3pm however, and we have to climb 500m over a few kilometres
to our destination. The sun sets behind a ridge and it gets instantly cold. I
make it into Dharamasala at around 5:30 with just enough light left for me to
be able to clean the exploded sun-screen bottle from the inside of my main
bag. On a normal day that might be
enough to kill your spirits, but on a day when you have lunch in Tibet at
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Two of the group, Fiona and Jade are not feeling well with
clear signs of altitude sickness, and Ben will be keeping a close eye on them
for the night. The lodgings are very basic, and hygiene is suspect. This lodge
is only recently, and seasonally, set up and the route overall is much less developed
than the Annapurna or Everest routes, so the food and facilities remain a
challenge. We get to bed with a plan to get up early to tackle the high pass. <br />
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We wake early, just after 4am. This is common when tackling
high-passes, to allow a long day to tackle the altitude but also so that ice
and snow on the high ground is more solid under foot in the cold early hours.
I’ve slept ok. Life with small children makes you re-evaluate many things,
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Two others are also suffering, and have opted to get support over the pass in
the form of a horse. We huddle in the food hut, waiting for breakfast of
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No gong this morning as the trek section is not timed, we
just set off when ready. I follow the line of headlamps up out of the campsite
taking it pretty slowly as we rise. Not long out of camp, Chris is suffering
from altitude and is vomiting on the side of the trail. Together with Lisa and
Quentin, he’s part of the team that are producing a documentary about the
event. Quentin is filming him in his low moment – you’ve got to admire their
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The walk is a little longer than I expect, about three hours
to the top. The terrain is quite different from the border pass yesterday, being
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At the top I see Ken, from Cayman Islands, and Jarmo from
Finland. Ken has me capture the moment for the Cayman press, while Jarmo is
still pushing on his quest to be the only obese person to complete a multitude
of ultra races (when we get down, we find he has a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/11/21/sports/endurance-athlete-takes-obesity-route-for-a-bigger-challenge.html?_r=0">piece
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I don’t wait too long, and push on into the new valley that
opens up. What follows is a long walk to Bimgtang, our lunch spot before the
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After some noodles and chapatti, I nostalgically put on my
runners for the last 20k. The clock starts again when leaving Bimgtang for Tilije
so I register with the checkpoint. I think I’m about 12<sup>th</sup> in the
running, but between the distance covered and my triple time sick day, I’m not
too concerned about the placements. It just feels good to complete the full
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The last 20k are in wonderful scenery, through forest trails
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I reach Tilije to find the finish line with ballons (thanks
Robyn!) but no-one in sight. It takes me some time to find the other finishers
huddled upstairs in the lodge jollily eating their fill of momos and other
delights. Big cheers for people as they arrive in. <br />
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The next few days are taken up getting back to Kathmandu,
and slowly re-engaging with the world. The first ride on a jeep is horrific,
after 8 days free of motorized transport, with most of us feeling the urge to
get out and run instead. The group starts to disperse, with superwoman Lizzy
first to leave, continuing on the Annapurna trail solo. For me, with work
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It’s been a fantastic trip, the first time when I’ve really
felt the ‘flow’ that comes with multi-day running. I feel physically fine after
all the mileage – all I need is a good scrub in a hot shower. That’s the great
benefit of trail running, with every footfall different the work is spread
around your body. No repetitive injuries on the knees or ankles that can come
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Throughout it all though, I’m aware that it’s both an
indulgence and a privilege. My wife has been taking care of our two kids back
home, and work will be piling up on my desk – it’s been a very therapeutic
abdication of adult responsibilities for almost two weeks. Time to put aside
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<b>Results update: </b><br />38 runners started overall. Of the 18 that finished the full course, I came in 15th, with a total time on the clock of 38 hours, 14 minutes. I'm very happy with that overall. Ups and downs, throughout. I'm proudest of my 9th place finish on the 40k of day 2 (slight correct to the 8th mentioned in the video!), while the 9 hours from my sick day glares at me. But on the whole I was fortunate - had that been a different day, I would have skipped side trails and not completed the full course. Had the drugs not worked, I would have been going home.<br />
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Hats off to Richard and Dhir for the superb organisation.
Yes there were some teething problems, but it’s an inaugural race after all. Overall I’d highly recommend the Manaslu Trial
Run, and I’m glad to see dates going up for 2013. It’s not for the faint-hearted
nor the unfit. Accommodation is basic and hygiene in the sites is not
top-knotch – but the flip side of that is a very undiscovered and unpopulated
trail. If coming, make sure you’re comfortable with long distances and above
all get some work in on hills and long-climbs somehow – stairs just won’t cut
it! <br />
<a href="http://manaslutrailrace.org/">http://manaslutrailrace.org/</a><br />
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(<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="color: red;">Link -</span></span> <a href="http://dennisthomascurry.blogspot.com/2012/11/manaslu-trail-run-days-1-to-3.html">back to days 1 - 3</a>)</div>
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and gas building up in my digestive system. This is the X-rated part of the
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before and its symptoms are pretty unmistakable. While in Darfur I was once awake
all night with regular trips to the latrine, while gas builds up quickly and on
release has a really offensive sulphurous tinge. That time it was followed by
having to organise an evacuation by helicopter due to security problems
(another story for another day). Today I’m faced with covering 20k in the
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I manage some breakfast, and Dr Ben gives me some pills. Tinidazole,
or as Ben says, “The Nuclear Option”, and I don’t argue – let’s nuke those protozoan
parasites…. I hold my stomach as a helicopter lands to evacuate those that were
sick overnight and haven’t improved. Fran and Sputnik are heading back to Kathmandu
being quite sick. One more competitor, Imram, has also opted to jump ship. It’s
a sad moment, with no-one wanting to drop out, but best to be safe when it
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route ahead. I’m planning to walk slowly and close to the doctor, but just as
he’s saying something about a large climb, I have to run to the latrine. The
starting gong goes, with me still battling protozoans, and when I emerge the
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descent, followed by about 700m of ascent, followed by a long walk down to the
destination. It’s really hard to walk with the cramps and after a few paces I
start to feel nauseous. I know that if I vomit too soon, the two little uranium
rods I swallowed will not have had time to work their magic, so I ease back to
a very very slow pace. The group is well out of sight, and soon the porters
skip past, merrily carrying their loads. At this point I’m making about 1km per
hour, which is not sustainable for a 20 km day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I start the climb, I get worse, finally succumbing and
falling on my hands and knees. A Chernobyl type vomiting event ensues featuring
my breakfast and soup from yesterday. I poke about with a stick to see any sign
of the pills. I don’t see them, so hopefully they have had some effect. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In between another couple of vomits and trips to squat in
the forest, I start to feel slightly better. I think that emptying the contents
of my entire digestive system has actually helped remove some of the nasty
creatures. At this point, Dhir and the back-markers have caught up with me and
are keeping a close, and worried, eye on me. </span></div>
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cramps eventually eased. If they ease, I can walk again and I’m hoping this
happens at some point before mid-day. I continue my slow pace, picking up
gradually, and we catch up with Michael from Scotland who is keeping a steady
pace going up the climb. Mercifully at around 1pm the cramps really start to
ease off, and I feel like I can walk at a reasonable pace. We’re up over the
climb, and now just face a long walk to the finish. I decide to avoid any food,
but try to take liquids, water with oral rehydration salts, to keep me
hydrated.</span></div>
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additional rushes to fertilize the undergrowth. Michael lends me a walking pole
(cheers buddy!) and we cover the ground ok, getting in just after nightfall.
The town, Namrung, is actually quite well equipped. I manage to buy toilet roll
(having gone thru every shred in my supply….) and even some chips for dinner. I
skip the briefing and jump into bed to get some rest, hoping the parasites are
gone for good. </span></div>
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ever done. I’m reminded of what Nietzsche said. I gazed at the abyss, but
managed to empty my stomach into it before it could gaze back. </span></div>
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Approx 30 km, Namrung to Sama (3,520), 1,000m altitude gain. Side trip to Pung
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wake up feeling a lot better. There were no ‘incidents’ in
the night, and though my stomach still feels a bit tender, there are no cramps.
I eat a good breakfast and am still feeling ok. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the briefing the night before, the organisers split the
group into two – those that can tackle the full distance and those that should
skip the side trips and stay on the main trail, reducing the overall ground
covered. I’ve been put in the shorter group, which is understandable given how
sick I was yesterday. Still if today goes ok, and I return to normal, I have in
mind to try to jump back up to the main group. As things stand, I plan to take
it very easy today, skip the planned side trail to the monastery and see how I
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m rushing as I pack my bags with Richard announcing the
start, and I set off behind most, but this is ok - in line with my plan to take
it easy. I jog lightly on the flats and downs and generally feel ok. As we
start to cover the distance, the ‘bad voice’ in my head starts to ponder taking
the side trail. This trail is up to a monastery at 4,000m, and is towards the
end of the day. This is good, as I can allow time and distance to dictate if I
should tackle it. I make a mental target that if I get there early, noon or
1pm, and feel ok, I can consider it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the end, I make good progress and together with Richard
and Marcelo, we get to the turn off at 11am. I’m feeling fine at this point, so
don’t hesitate to jump on the side trail. It’s a steep slog up first, and then
we reach a plateau of bog-land where there is about 4km of flat ground through
a veritable cathedral of mountain scenery, with a small monastery at the end of
the valley overshadowed by the immense Manaslu. It’s truly spectacular, and
incredibly peaceful. I’ve walked all the climb, and a lot of the flatter bog
parts, and it’s wonderful to take in. I’m getting surprised looks and
well-wishes from those that are on the way back down – they weren’t expecting
to see me based on yesterday’s illness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sign in at the checkpoint, eat a muesli bar, and walk and
run back along the valley, stopping to take some pictures. I’m starting to feel
really great again, and am feeling very lucky – in the moment, that the illness
has subsided, and in the larger sense for the chance to be here taking it all
in. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before the race someone described the modesty and humility
that being in the Himalayas can bring - taking stock of your size and time on
earth among a gigantic landscape carved out in aeons. Back at my computer I can
think of some friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and professional footballers who
could perhaps do with some time in the mountains. In the moment no such cynical
thoughts intrude and I’m just feeling lucky to be there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back down to the trail and it’s just a few kilometres into
Sama, our station for the night. The village is very picturesque, with views of
Manaslu as the sun goes down. We’re told that this may be the closest village
in the world to an 8,000m peak (of which there are only 14 in the world). </span></div>
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Sama to Samdo (3,800m). Side trip to Manaslu Base Camp (4,400m). <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m getting used to the sound of Dhir waking us up, and this
time he’s encouraging us to come out and see the sunrise hit the peaks. I
overcome my inner teenager and climb out of bed, directly into my warm clothes.
It’s worth it, and the mountains around the town are stunning in the early
morning light. Other runners are emerging from their rooms, looking somewhat
less stunning in the early morning light. </span></div>
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and there is no big rush to get started. Richard puts his Manaslu-sized
stove-top espresso maker into action (I guess there are 40 of us), and the
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sits beside a glacier off the main trail, and then finish in Samdo back on the
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we make the climb up towards the base-camp, a glacial
lake comes into view. It’s an amazing turquoise colour. On reading on my
return, it seems that the glacier grinds rocks to form ‘<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_flour">rock flour</a>’ that is minute and ends up suspended in the
water. As we’re walking we hear a distant but large noise – it’s a serac, or
column of ice in the glacier, falling. It’s an impressive and intimidating
sound. Jim, our resident mountaineering expert (solo ascent of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aconcagua">Aconcagua</a>, respect!), laughs
when I ask if that makes walking in glacier fields dangers. “Yeah, kinda!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We rise well above the lake and to a point where we overlook
the glacier. The checkpoint is here, with a hot flask, and is perhaps a little
short of the basecamp. I’m told that basecamps are generally just litter-dumps
of old tents and gear, so perhaps it’s better that we don’t go the full way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It feels good to get up to 4,400m, as this will help
familiarize us with thinner air. I descent as quickly and safely as I can, and
push out on the last 15k or so of flat (yes, Nepali flat) running. The end of
the day is a little tough, with a little rise up to the town of Samdo. I finish
around 10<sup>th</sup>, feeling good. At this point I really feel in a ‘flow’
with the running, and somehow don’t feel too much strain. I feel like I could
run 30k every day indefinitely. It’s probably good that there is a trekking day
tomorrow, with no racing, to remove such delusions from my head. </span></div>
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bug yesterday, he doesn’t seem to have responded to the same treatment that I
got. He’s heavily dehydrated after the day and Dr Ben can’t get a drip in. A
helicopter has been called, and comes to whisk him back to Kathmandu for
treatment. The landing site of the helicopter is chaotic, people are
approaching it from all sides, trying to get a trip to the capital. The back
rotor is impossible to see in the evening light, and the pilot is going crazy
trying to keep people away from it. Thankfully there are no decapitations, and
the heli lifts off and drops away down the valley. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Markus the sensible Swiss, who is running very well and
hovering around 5<sup>th</sup>, is cautioning against the optional trek to the
Tibetan border that is on the agenda for tomorrow. He has a point. It involves
a 1,000m climb up to 5,000m, the same descent back to the main route, and then
a 500m climb up to our next destination which is the final stop before tackling
the 5,200m pass that takes us over the highest point on the route. Good sense
would advise a slow walk direct to the next town, allowing time to rest and
acclimatize further.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waver for some time, but finally the ‘bad
voice’ wins again. I feel very well, and opt to go for the trek to the border in
the knowledge that should I suffer any symptoms, I can turn back. However, the
caution is noted and only those that are feeling well are considering the long
trek. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(</span></span><span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;">Link - </span><a href="http://dennisthomascurry.blogspot.com/2012/11/manaslu-trail-run-days-7-and-8.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Continue to days 7 - 8</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">)</span></div>
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Why run? Why run around a mountain? Why run around the 8<sup>th</sup>
highest mountain in the world? Lots of people have tried to put into words the
lure of running, so I won’t try here. I’ll just give an account of my jaunt
around Manaslu in Nepal, in the inaugural trail race around the mountain in
November 2012.</div>
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I’ve been living in Nepal for over a year, and my extremely
patient wife Claire has been encouraging me to get out to the mountains, offering
to relieve me of family duty for two weeks. I’ve been running for a few years,
after starting properly in my time in New York, and have completed a few trails
in Nepal (such as the wonderful <a href="http://annapurna100.com/">Annapurna
50k</a>). I figured that the standard
trekking package may be a little slow paced for me, so when I saw the <a href="http://manaslutrailrace.org/">7 daystage race around Manaslu</a>, covering 215km over altitude up to 5,200m, I started
to get excited. I restarted training, and after eliminating some lingering fears
about old injuries, I finally committed to joining. </div>
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Competitors came in from all over the world, approximately
40 runners, making an eclectic mix of people. We met first in Hotel Manaslu in
Kathmandu (appropriately enough) for a race briefing. Unlike others, I hadn’t
done my homework on Google and wasn’t aware of the standard in the pack. Included
were ultrarunner extraordinaire and world record holder <a href="http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/adventurers-of-the-year/2013/lizzy-hawker/">Lizzy
Hawker</a> (guess <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/profiles/lizzy-hawker-british-superwoman-runs-into-record-books-2369507.html">how
many kilometres she ran in 24 hours</a>?), commonwealth games marathoner <a href="http://www.runnerslife.co.uk/holly-rush/profile">Holly Rush</a>, ultra-marathoner
<a href="http://www.lisatamati.co.nz/">Lisa Tamati</a> and three top Nepali
runners on home ground. The rest of the field looked pretty competent too. </div>
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The next day we jumped on a bus, heading for Manaslu region.
Eventually, long after leaving paved roads behind, we land in Arughat Bazaar,
north of the main Kathmandu-Pokhara road, sitting at a low elevation of 610
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At the last minute, I’ve decided to revert from a new pair
of trail running shoes I bought for the race, which aren’t fully broken in, to
my old trusty Saucony Kinvara shoes. They’re super lightweight, and I’m not
sure they’ll make it all the way around the rough trail. </div>
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After a welcome from the town’s leaders and a music band to
set us off, the starting gong sends us heading north, upstream, along the Bhudi
Gandaki river. Everybody is a little bit nervous, unsure of how they will fare
over the 8 days ahead, and the more inexperienced among us a little unsure of how
to pace ourselves. Push a little to establish yourself in a good position, or
take it easy for the full day? Either way, you’ve got to keep something in the
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home made Ferris Wheel - very impressive</td></tr>
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I immediately feel great once moving. The days before were a
long mishmash of race briefings, buying last minute gear, and a long bus ride.
Getting out and moving feels great, and the river rushing on my right hand side
is already having a therapeutic effect, taking me away from the stress and smog
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We cross a few ropebridges here and there, as streams and
rivers from the left join the main flow. Though the altitude climb is not big
overall today (our destination is only 260m higher) there is a lot of up and down.
“Nepali flat” in running terms, is anything that doesn’t raise or drop you
significantly overall, but there is always some up and down in between. I’m feeling ok with it, as it’s very much
like my training, but some of the new arrivals are adjusting to the constant
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I finish feeling good, coming in around 15<sup>th</sup>
overall, in just over 4 hours. My feet feel good, snug as bugs in my old shoes.
Machhakhola is a lovely small town, and we nip down to a nearby stream for a
dip. Some feel the water is cold, but for anyone familiar with a dip of the
west coast of Ireland, it’s a beautifully refreshing end to the day. </div>
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The rest of the group come in gradually, with a few coming
in after dark. Jarmo, the Finn, seems to have passed the town and after a big
search is found two or three villages on. He gets a head start for the long day
tomorrow. Unfortunately we have our first casualty – Robyn from Australia has
an old injury flare up (a stress fracture in her foot) and plans to bow out. She’s
extremely positive about it (I would be broken hearted) and promises to see us
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<b>Day 2, Stage 2 – 40km,
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Everyone is nervous. This is the longest distance day in the
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After a good breakfast (I even try a bit of egg!) we set off
early, with everyone except the elite taking it easy. Mercifully, as the sun
comes up we switch over to the eastern side of the valley, giving us a few more
hours of shadow. I take it pretty slowly for the first half of the day, letting
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starting to feel good and decide to push a little. Slowly I overtake a few
people, and based on the numbers registered at the single checkpoint along the way,
I’m pushing a little bit higher in the rankings than yesterday. The terrain
continues to be up and down. There is 1,000m gain overall, but the accumulated
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too much) and manage to overtake Chimi Llama Sherpa, one of the Nepali runners
(I think is the first time I’ve ever overtaken a Nepali in a race!). At the
finish, I come in 8<sup>th</sup>, in a time of 6:35. That feels great, and I’m
quite surprised. Given that the first few runners are essentially superhuman,
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The location is nice. The accommodation is getting more
basic as we progress - no showers here, just a hose which I use to try to get
at least some of the dirt off my legs. We settle in the restaurant eating large
amounts of fried rice and welcome the runners as they come in. The camaraderie
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coming from the mountains. My down jacket is taken out and will be used every
evening from here on. Some people come in after dark, and I’m starting to feel
fortunate as my training (though I didn’t think it was enough at the time) was
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We set off a little later today, to give people time to rest
from the distance yesterday. We don’t have long distance to cover today, but
the altitude gain is high. We cross back to the east of the river and there is
some more “Nepali flat” up and down as we pass by Bihi town, and then make our
way up a very steep climb.<br />
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The sun is shining as we walk up this steep face, and the heat is pretty oppressive.<br />
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There is more down, through a tricky and slippery forest
trail, and then a final climb up to the monastery. I meet Lee from the UK, on
the climb back up. He’s been running very strong, and the only reason I’m
anywhere near him is that he took a wrong turn some time back. I’m feeling ok
as I finish, coming in around 12<sup>th</sup> in just under 4 hours.</div>
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My GPS watch, which tracks distance, has finally given up
the ghost despite the generous efforts of Andrew to help with his solar USB
charger. On the plus side, this means that I’ll be liberated from focusing on
distance and time. One step closer to being a real soul-runner… </div>
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which is enormous. We really feel like we’re in the Himalayas now, and it feels
very remote and peaceful. The peace is disrupted when I take a shower under an
outdoor tap, water is getting colder as we go higher… </div>
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There are <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharal">Himalayan
Blue Sheep</a> grazing out the front of the monastery. I’m told by Dhir that
they’re called this, as they look blue under certain types of light (“maybe
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Some more people come in very late, after dark, and two of
the group are quite sick on arrival and need help up the final hill. Doctor Ben
is busy checking on them. The strain of the distance covered and altitude
gained is starting to show. </div>
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In the first few days there have been some logistical
challenges. While we’re running with a pack of essentials (food, water, dry
warm clothes, first aid) our main bags are being carried by porters. Because of
the extra distance covered, the bags are taking very long to get to us. For the
monastery, we’ve just sent essentials, sleeping bags and mats, and will be
reunited with the rest later. Frustrations are showing however, as dinner is
served late and people are eager to get to bed and sleep. I go to bed myself
feeling a little rough.<br />
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(<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="color: red;">Link - </span></span><a href="http://dennisthomascurry.blogspot.com/2012/11/manaslu-trail-run-days-4-to-6.html">continue to days 4 - 6</a>)</div>
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