Our famous Nepal Multi River Schedule features classic Himalayan river descents guided by experienced international guides and includes all logistics, expedition foods, lodges/hotels and transfers. It is suitable to all kayakers who love adventure and love to explore. Our spring trip is ideal for class3 and 4 kayakers looking to spread their wings.
Cost per person £1200, deposit £200
Tip starts – 5th April
Day 1 We will collect you from the airport in Kathmandu and rush you to your base hotel in Thamel district Kathmandu, time to soak in the culture and visit the temples, or sit with a beer and watch the sun dip below the Himalayan sky.
Day 2 Trisuli class 3+ We will leave the chaos of Kathmandu stopping for breakfast on our route to the river. Arriving at the Trisuli river for lunch time we spend the afternoon kayaking and getting to grips with Himalayans water. We will stay in Fishling village overnight (beach camping) and eat in local homestay.
Day 3 Lower Seti 2-3 This is a idyllic river where kingfisher and monkeys play, a perfect introduction to raft supported expeditions
Day 4 Lower Seti 3+ We finish the river as it empties in the Trisuli and head towards Pokhara, to clean clothes and warm showers.
Day 5 Kali Gandaki class 4+. We will journey to this deep gorge after breakfast, this is a very special river and we will make our journey in a raft-supported fashion, running the class 4+ rapids with safety paramount. We will sleep on the first night next to the holy confluence
Day 6 Kali Gandaki
Day 7 Kali Gandaki and return to Pokhara hotel.
Day 8 Morning rest and an afternoon on the classic Upper Seti A great day run with tight lines (3-4) surrounded by white peaks.
Day 9 Marsyandi, Our journey starts with our journey to Besi, We overnight in the hotel (B/B)
Day 10 Marsyandi 3+4. After breakfast we begin our descent from Bhule Bhule. This is class 4 and 4+. Overnight in lodge, evening meal provided
Day 11 Marsyandi 3+, As morning breaks we journey to Paundi and journey down river to the main highway. Return to KTM, Hotel
Day 12 Bhote area upper &balephi as needed a time to paddle in commiting canyons or relaxed class 3+
Day 13 Bhote area retrun to Ktm, a change to revisit the favourite sections of the Sun Kosi, Balephi or Bhote Kosi
Day 14 Sighseeing
Day 15 Fly to host country
Please understand that Nepal is a developing country and that at time we need to change the schedule due to logistics, road closures and landslides.
– The expedition is fully inclusive whilst on the river, we will provide Hotel and breakfast in Kathmandu/Pokhara. Kayak hire is Free for all trips booked (deposit paid) before 31 Dec 2013. After this Hire cost may vary ($10-$25) depending on model and age. When hiring a boat please bring hip pads and airbags.
Kayak Fleet available from us in Nepal
Everest x2, Large Burn, Small Burn, Speedo, Phat, Spice (m), Bliss, Mamba (m), Nomad (l), gride (l), Rpm, Z.one (l), Whipit, Salto evo, Bazooka (m), Blowfish, Remix79(welded), Charger(welded), Raptor, Overflow. H2 (m), Shiva (l)
Kayak Fleet available in India
Gus, Hoss, Little Joe, Karnali, Phat, Burn(m), Whiplash, Jefe
Kayak Fleet available in UK
Diablo, Salto, Karma, Bazooka
Darren has been asked many times to run one of his ‘fear’ workshops down south. So here it is. Places are limited. Email email@example.com to secure a place.
LOCATION – RIVER DART: FULL DAY
SAT 7TH DEC 2013
COST PER PERSON £75
The river doesn’t care about the kayak we ride in, it doesn’t even care about the experience we have, so we must care. We must understand our own experience and how we interact with the river that forms our experience.
Perhaps this is how we can control our understanding of fear and our projections in the flow from the times where we put over selves in the place of fear.
How many times have we, ourselves, witnessed a mini drama, a crisis of thought or a greater crisis only to emerge from the pool fresh and in the ‘now’.
This is land and water based. The day will offer a holistic approach to the moment and the truth we can find in each stroke, each drop of water and each breath. This requires an open mind. We will not be thinking about stroke analysis, its not about that, its about how our unconscious works.
Is it for me? You’re paddling with peers but have mind games and doubt on some features. Perhaps you want to start pushing your grades, know your have the skills but lack confidence. The day will use methods from NLP, Auto Suggestion, Crisis Intervention Therapy and Meditation.
We are super excited to be running expeditions for our guests to the mighty Dudh Kosi, the River from Everest.
This excerpt is from RIDING THE TEARS OF EVEREST (1st Edition).
Classed as one of the best multi-day trips anywhere in Nepal if not the world was finish enough as it flowed ever onwards
Since breakfast we have been awaiting this moment. Waved off by the villagers whose hospitality had been unsurpassed. The curried eggs and rice had been a fitting last meal on the river. Evident relief on our faces as our teeth tried to push forward through the long growing beards forcing out a smile. Hope sparkled in our eyes and a relaxed dialogue flowed like the river. In the heat of the morning I had put my waterproof dry top in the back of my boat. Sandwiched under my camera and next to my bag of rescue rope it offered a comfortable backrest if nothing else. I only wore a pair of shorts that were well past new and a smelly thermal top. I no longer wore my T-shirt as I feared that all the dirt and debris was forming its own eco-system. When worn on such a hot day I could feel that the red rash of prickly heat would run down my spine. The thermal was just more comfortable. With the relaxed attire I was pleased that the river held no major rapids, no surprises.
A few quick strokes and the kayak, that had been my beast of burden, turned towards the bank just before the river of Everest ended its path. Grounding my boat on the rocky shore was a relief I jump out of the seat. I knew that this journey is not the true finish of the trip but the Dudh Kosi mingled with the drainage of the Sun Kosi on its way to India.
This month The Paddler ezine issue 12 – has a multi page interview with Pure Land Expeditions owner Darren Clarkson-King
It seems so long along that Darren did his amazing Everest descent (the article will appear in the ezine next month) and longer still that he paddled from K2, although this doesn’t mean that he as been quiet, oh no. His kayaking life is about more, much more than this. His passion for adventure and wild rivers still fuels Pure Land Expeditions and underpins the guide ethos – think, feel, do. All water offers us places to grow and develop – its not about the river, or the boat you ride.
To find out how one of the most recognizable characters in paddle sports inspires, motivates and thinks click the links, enjoy.
We just got back from a season in Leh, already people are talking about 2014, before we update the site, here is a quick post and a small teaser about what is to come.
Jonny and Mike sat exhausted. This long hard rapid never gave up, wave after wave – move after move. The river was wider now the box canyon sections had gone but it was no easier. Between each breath they still knew they were only half way done with this river. It had proved to be more than they ever hoped for. It showed them a world of beauty and calm, chaos and drama. It had everything.
Our Tsarap Chu expedition is a world classic featuring breath taking canyons, local culture, committing rapids and expert guiding. It is a class 3-5 self support expedition in high altitude deep in the Himalayas. You must be a confident class 4 kayaker with some class 5 experience to commit to this expedition.
We only run 3 departures a year so book early to avoid missing out.
Price includes: expedition food, guides, hotels, logistics.
Tsarap Chu and Zanskar combo £1375 for 2 weeks.
Min 3 pax, max 6 per group.
10% Discount on group bookings of 4 or more.
Aug and Sept dates 2014 to be published soon.
Even before the birth of Pure Land Expeditions, Darren was out pushing and exploring in Nepal. This is an old article from 2000 – its pretty raw – but goes to show adventure and exploring are the basis of Pure Land Expeditions.
Location: WEST NEPAL, FALL 2000
We have fine recreational adventurous activities but we rarely get the chance for genuine new discovery that qualifies as adventure, as Columbus did.
So there I was stocking up on medical supplies in Nepalgunj all the time thinking about my impending trip to this uncharted river. As a matter of fact it felt like I was in the backend of no place, heading for a solo self support trip (not even porters) further up the backside of the back end of no place. And all the time there is the possibility that it might have bugger all water in or perhaps too much water.
It was a strange turn of events that lead me wandering the streets of Nepalgunj between my meals at Hotel Batika in the first place…I suppose its all about personal goals and one upmanship. Perhaps things weren’t good back home? Whatever the reasons and the consequences I was mission bound.
Even with the supposed political (terrorist) trouble in the area, that Unicef had warned me about, I had bought the bus ticket so was gonna get to the river. For those not coerced in the modes of transport in Nepal, It was yet another bus ride on a road that was not complete. This was a night bus, a groggy, smelly 18 hour ride that shook all the bones in my body. A bus ride, which you know, is bad since there was only one driver and I never remember stopping for him to sleep.
The bus crawled sleepily into Saphe Baggar at lunchtime the following day and I wasted no time in untying my kayak and walking towards the river. I am the first to admit that I could have walked upstream for a further 2 days to a village called Martadi, but to honest I didn’t fancy being alone in a strange land with all this political upheaval all around. Anyway it seemed flat. So I think I must be content with the descent from Saphe down to the Seti and hence forth into the Karnali. Perhaps later I will do the walk in.
Putting on in Saphe was a surreal experience and unique even for Nepalese standards. It seemed as I walked through narrow streets that I was the main attraction of the millennium. Launching into the meandering flow the villagers, men, women and children raced down the banks watching until I was out of sight or they could not keep up. Just then, as the last remnants of Saphe’s community faded into the distance, further villagers came to watch the show. Then suddenly without warning it was all over, the groups of villagers were gone, and the river had closed in. I was about to enter a gorge; a rock filled gutter of concentrated white water. As luck would prove it was only a class 4, technical and remote (some might say a 5) but honestly it was only a 4.
Performing boof after boof, pour-over dodging and siphon avoiding this technical adventure flowed on. First to appear on the horizon line was a presumed river wide rock choke. It looked, without a second glance, that the river had beaten me so soon. Upon closer inspection I found a little sneak on the river left just where the water squeezed through a break in the rocks. From this sneak the water refracted off more house size boulders. It was a boulder maze, the likes of which I had never seen before.
Flowing on through the tiny enclosed walls of the gorge, eddies became less frequent whilst the river vanished off the face of the earth. A steep fall on river left and a series of boulders hiding blind rapids on river right. The choice had to be made, no portage was available. Skirting the first boulder on the right I was forced into a pinion, a miss placed boof making me land sideways on a shallow rock shelf. Whilst greater rock slaloms showed up all along the section. It was tight and heavily boulder infested; yet in or just after monsoon I fear that I would be full of the greatest stoppers and be completely unnavigable.
On the flatter section of the river, when I had time to slow down and take a breath, I saw animals that I think even Darwin forgot to catalogue. Small hamlets few very infrequent and the sense of loneliness was always paramount. In front of me was the final section of the Budhi Ganga its steep creekiness receding as it joined the placid Seti Karnali. The descent was over. Other days (no matter how many) spent on this river were nothing new to the paddling community, although they were new to me.
So there I was on this confluence beach, huddled under a rock cooking my first meal of the day. I had paddled the river faster than expected but I knew that I still had a fair few river miles to go until I could reach the take out at Chisipani on the banks of the Karnali. Tucking into the smash and the noodles made of concentrated monosodium glutamate, I though about my little achievement, sure it wasn’t the biggest, wildest or most dangerous river in Nepal. Although perhaps it could have been if things were different, nature had done me proud, she had been gentle. Then it dawned on me. Unlike the mighty Sun Kosi or the wide Seti (that the Budhi Ganga joins) and Karnali all great rivers but they had seem literally thousands of paddle strokes over the years, but the Budhi Ganga had only seen mine.
For the following 2 days I descended the Seti and Karnali. Resting one night by the village of Bijora. As the stars hung in the full moon sky, I lay half-asleep alone on this beach listening to the flow of the mighty river…Suddenly without notice shouts prevailed from across the river. In the darkness I couldn’t quite make out the sources of the voices, but the shouts were violent and my heart missed a few beats. ‘Was this my end,’ a little voice in my head said ‘these guys are Maoist’s, they are the bloody terrorists, you know,’ it continued. All the time I comforted myself with the fact that these people whoever they were appeared to be on the far side of the river and with me on this side there was little chance of any involvement. But then it happened, I saw from the corner of my eye a ripple in the water…a dunga was making its way across the river and it was aimed directly for me. As sleep over took me there was nothing I could have done should they want to kill me.
The voices were quiet, but they managed to wake me from my half-sleeping state. Peering over the edge of the bivvy bag they were not 10 feet away. Chatting in front of a fire these figures from the darkness seemed oblivious to the bright yellow piece of plastic and the kayaker sleeping beside it. Then again sleep over took me and I drifted into the land of nod. Only to wake at the crack of dawn by the shouts and cheers of the local village kids who were attending to the fire that had been left.
Who were the strange visitors, I still don’t know? But I doubt that they would have harmed me since in all probability they were perhaps fishermen. Embarking into the flow again I arrived at Chisipani on the banks of the Karnali pulling out where expected I jumped on a bus back to Kathmandu. ‘It had been a long strange trip,’ I though as I sat down on the small seat, but the journey was not over yet…
Many thanx go to Vagabond, Nookie, System X, Paddle. To. and the Hotel Batika for all there help.
COPYRIGHT DARREN CLARKSON 2000
Logistics-Bus from Kathmandu to Nepalgunj, Bus from Nepalgunj to Saphe Baggar (possibility of flight)
Number of days 3 from saphe to karnali take out [1 DAY FROM SAPHE PUT IN TO SETI KARNALI]
Grade in November-low tight 4, monsoon would make it interesting
Darren Clarkson-King at PURE LAND EXPEDITIONS supported by a donation of kayaks from Canalside Activity Centre, London, has implemented a scheme in both India and Nepal with the possibility to roll it out to Pakistan and Bangladesh.
The project started following his solo Kayaking trip to Everest. Berghaus acting as a catalysist – The scheme allows young people in Nepal and India to pick up a paddle and take the first Paddle strokes to a career in the outdoor industry. Through the donation of equipment by Canalside Activity Centre, Pure Land Expeditions along with Elements Adventures Nepal in Kathmandu are supporting the growth of youth paddlers, so that they can grow and develop not just on a personal level but also supply them with skills to widen their world view. Through the kind donations of equipment it has been possible to begin supporting young people in Nepal already offering to pay cost for education, accommodation and living expenses as required. This is a long term plan. It is no short term fix.
Providing skills and education to even just one young person allows them a different future, one away from the rural life. Just one young man or woman from the village who is able to earn money and have a career path outside the village will enable funds to be sent home, for medical supplies, village hydro, clean water etc. Just one person sharing wages means so much for so many.
This is not a charity.
Darren is a adventurer who thinks not about the technique but about the internal, the personal philosophy about why we put ourselves in a place of adventure. Over the last 20 years Darren has explored some of the worlds most challenging rivers, along with countless classic trails. He is a skilled expedition provider and crisis mentor.
In 2012 Darren did what no one has done before, he paddled alone done the rivers of Everest. He was paddling self sufficient on some of the most dangerous rapids on Earth. Now the expedition is over, the ghost in the machine is never at rest,. Explores Connect welcomes Darren to talk about over a decade of Himalayan river running, pushing the boundaries and future expeditions.
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So I am sat here on the couch, Andrea is upstairs resting in bed after her second full hip operation in less than a year, the water is low in the rivers and my mind is wandering – far off lands call in my dreams.
The shifting ice of the great lakes on the Alsek river the bookends that capture the gates vaults of Turnback canyon. I remember it well, remember the rattle snake of a river as it kicked and bucked. It is a memory that will never fade.
Andrea went to surgery fully conscious – in the moment. Not in fear of what was to come but pleased to be made new and fresh – whatever that may mean as the months of learning to use her new hip will take time.
Perhaps this is how we can control our understanding of fear and our projections in the flow from the times where we put over selves in the place of fear. It is the Chinese that have possibly perfected this in a succinct fashion – Chinese word for “crisis” is composed of elements that signify “danger” and “opportunity.” For our purpose this appears to be sufficient. This is to state that only through the notion of a crisis as the birthing pool for change.
How many times have we ourselves witnessed a mini drama, a crisis of thought or a greater crisis only to emerge from the pool fresh and now. How we get to this junction is simple, we allow ourselves the place for Danger, give it an opportunity to appear, this is where change occurs. It is not the flight or fight response we are told it should be – rather it is to fully embrace the change you have allowed.
How we go along the road to allow our thoughts to develop is interesting – for those who want to know more, The workshop at The Dee Fest may suit. If this is of interest – follow the link – Build Confidence and Control Fear.
The river doesn’t care about the kayak we ride in, it doesn’t even care about the experience we have, so we must care. We must understand our own experience and how we interact with the river that forms our experience. This is land and water based. The day will offer a holistic approach to the moment and the truth we can find in each stroke, each drop of water and each breath. This requires an open mind. We will not be thinking about stroke analysis, its not about that, its about how our unconscious works.
Venue: Tail to town
Duration: FULL DAY
Coach: Daz Clarkson
Is it for me? You’re paddling with peers but have mind games and doubt on some features. Perhaps you want to start pushing your grades, know your have the skills but lack confidence.
As our Tibet schedule is open for kayakers in Aug 2013 we fondly look back at the first descent on the roof of the world.
It seems like an age since first descents in Tibet was the scene of our adventure…so it seems time to process the feelings of a 1st descent.
The rumble of the Land cruiser, the noise the rolling mass of the truck. The tyres pound the roads away from Lhasa, unsure we head into the unknown. Hours of idle chatter, hours of silence. The mind wandering into itself, into parts hidden for years. Into the desolate tears of youth. Surfacing in the gold lining of passion, of embracing the present. The road leads forever onward telling more about the soul than we care to mention.
With each mountain pass over 5000m we get closer to our aim. It is uncharted land, the river that flows away from Tibet. Like the river, we must also fall headlong into Nepal. We must follow the surprises that are around each bend; we must search for the lotus, for the jewel.
As the virgin flows grow from birth at Shisha Pangma, stumbling like a child, blindly into the world. With adolescence comes angst, it pays off well. The river engulfing all, drains the hills, taking with it the souls of men. Faster they fall into the gates of hell. Deep into the impossible cascades of Nylam and beyond into the new kingdom – unchartered by man in Tibet. The river, used and abused for commercial gain in Nepal, even before it joins the Sun Kosi. The river looses all its innocence.
Time ticks away, wild horses charge on the horizon; stampeding forward – never stopping. Hitching a ride is difficult, for our own sakes we must jump on. Riding like the wind into the fading future into a new game. Each morning call a new book, with each hour passed a new chapter turned.
As a 1st descent the Bhote Kosi/ShishaPangma is mind blowing. It matters that it happened. It sure as hells matters that we took the last eddy before it fell into hell at Nylam.
Words cannot express the emotions of the river, any article or report would steal the soul of the water and dilute the experience of the team. I hope that the words above can help you chance a glimpse into the soul. I hope that words are not used foolishly and memories will not become lost in myth. It matters, even if it only matters to the few.
Thank you for letting us pass through on the way to Nylam.