Haba Village 2600 m - Base Camp, Haba Snow Mountain 4100 m
12 May 2004
  

  
  starting up  
  starting on our trek up to the base camp of Haba Snow Mountain  
  
  
  river of stones  
  crossing this river would be difficult in the wet season  
  
  
   
  flowers & ferns  
  a botanist paradise... not forgetting to smell the flowers along the way  
  
  
  bombs  
  harvesting huajiao (flower pepper), the spice common in local dishes that leaves a strangely unfamiliar numbing aftertaste  
  
  
  broad trail  
  a broad distinct trail going through grazing land  
  
  
  river beyond  
  lush forest opening up at sections to reveal the river nearby  
  
  
  colours  
  fiery colours of the forest floor  
  
  
  creek crossing  
  getting our feet wet is not an option in such a cold environment  
  
  
  disappearing act  
  the mist comes in and out, giving mystique to the atmosphere  
  
  
  misty forest  
  staying close to each other as we trekked... the multitude of crisscrossing trails and poor visibility makes getting lost a very distinct possibility  
  
  
  horse riding  
  enjoying an effortless ride into the mountains  
  
  
  lunch  
  who needs a fork when you can have a stick  
  
  
  porters' lunch  
  not very environmentally friendly, but the food is hot  
  
  
  tuna  
  almost as good as caviar... only when in the wilderness  
  
  
  journey continues  
  pushing on our way towards base camp  
  
  
  relaxing  
  Mike and his disciples practicing their finer art form  
  
  
  caravan  
  a caravan horses lugged up our sinfully abundant amount of stores up to base camp  
  
  
  snow line  
  nearing base camp, just at the timberline  
  
  
  struggle in snow storm  
  it is never an easy task setting up camp when in a snow storm  
  
  
  settling in  
  still snowing... time to get settled in  
  
  
  stretch  
  its still snowing outside... what better time to relax and enjoy one's solitude in the tent  
  
  
  5-star camping  
  tables and chairs, excellent cuisine... what more else can you ask for in the mountains  
  
  
  yellow  
  our guide, Old Pang, settling into his tent  
  
  
  dome  
  our dining tent... perfect shelter for a snowy evening  
  
  
  calamity  
  with the poor weather, we decided to retire early  
  

  
 

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