Five Lakes in the Cloud
Panch Pokhari at 4,073 metres in monsoon: five sacred lakes, hillsides in flower, and mirror-still water, walked the day before the pilgrims arrived.
By Ujjwol Kayastha · August 16–19, 2024 · Sindhupalchok, Nepal

Nobody sensible treks in August. The monsoon is still working, the trail is a stream, the leeches are having their best month of the year, and the mountains you came for spend the entire time behind a wall of cloud. But once a year the wall is the point. Panch Pokhari is five ponds in a bowl at the top of Sindhupalchok, sacred to Shiva, and at Janai Purnima in August the paths fill with pilgrims walking up to bathe in them and change the thread they wear across the chest. We rode out on the 16th, walked up on the 17th, and stood at the lakes on the morning of the 18th. Janai Purnima fell on the 19th. We had the whole thing to ourselves by exactly one day.
- days, door to door: 4
- high point · the lakes: 4,073 m
- lakes, hence the name: 5
- climbed from the valley: 3,225 m
Out of the valley, into the rain (Day 01 · Aug 16)
KATHMANDU → INDRAWATI → CHAUTARA SIDE
- 09:55 bikes loaded
- 11:20 valley floor, 848 m
- 14:01 roadhead, 1,669 m
- 16:04 the road turns to river
Three bikes, four people, and a forecast nobody looked at properly. August in Nepal means the hills are the greenest they will be all year and the roads are the worst, and both of those are true within about an hour of leaving Kathmandu. We drop to the Indrawati at 848 metres, the lowest we will be for four days, and start working back up the other side.
Three bikes, green terraces, monsoon overhead · 10:20
A wash stop on the way up the gorge · 11:20The last stretch to the roadhead is the part where a motorbike stops being transport and becomes a wheelbarrow you happen to be sitting on. Wet rock, running water, a waterfall coming off the far wall of the gorge, and a surface that is more riverbed than road.
The road, loosely defined · 16:04Thirteen hundred metres of wet stone (Day 02 · Aug 17)
KAMI KHARKA → PAUWA BAS → HILE BHANJYANG → NASIM PATI → PANCH POKHARI
- 06:54 Kami Kharka, 2,760 m
- 09:49 Pauwa Bas, 3,046 m
- 11:34 Hile Bhanjyang, 3,403 m
- 12:40 cloud, and lunch
- 18:00 Nasim Pati, 3,768 m
- 18:06 Panch Pokhari, 4,073 m
The whole of this day is a staircase. Somebody, at enormous effort, has laid stone steps up most of a mountain, and in August those steps are a watercourse with ambitions. You climb through oak and rhododendron with the cloud sitting in the canopy, and the only company is porters going up faster than you with three times the load.
Prayer flags on the crossing · 08:17
Two visitors at the tea stop · 08:50Overtaken again, uphill, carrying more · 09:53Pauwa Bas at 3,046 metres, Hile Bhanjyang at 3,403, and the names stop mattering because every one of them looks identical: a flat spot, a tin roof, a kettle, and forty feet of visibility. This is the honest bargain of a monsoon trek. You are not here for the view, because there is no view. You are here for the walking, and the walking is superb.
The steep bit, before the steps take over · 09:49
The steps go on longer than you think · 11:00
All four, still cheerful about it · 11:35
A courtyard, a flag line, and no view at all · 12:40You are not here for the view, because there is no view. You are here for the walking. Hile Bhanjyang, 3,403 metres
It takes until six in the evening to top out. Nasim Pati at 3,768, then the last rise, and the ground flattens into a shallow bowl at 4,073 metres with water in the bottom of it. There is a signboard at the top with all five ponds painted in blue, which is the only way we will see all five of them at once, because the cloud has come in behind us and closed the door.
The board that draws all five of them · 18:06The cloud lifts, briefly, and it is worth everything (Day 03 · Aug 18)
PANCH POKHARI · THE FIVE PONDS · AND BACK DOWN
- 06:18 awake at 4,048 m
- 08:04 the temple
- 08:31 the cloud opens
- 08:59 high point, 4,073 m
- 12:08 turn for home
Morning at the lakes and you still cannot see them. There is a small pagoda temple by the water with a line of prayer flags running off into nothing, a blue-roofed shelter, and a smell of wet juniper. We stand around in ponchos being photographed by people who also cannot see anything.
At the temple, visibility about forty feet · 08:04
The first pond, doing its impression of nothing · 08:20And then, somewhere around half past eight, the cloud simply walks off. Not slowly. It goes in about ninety seconds, the way weather does at that altitude, and what is underneath it is a bowl of green rock with five ponds in it and not a breath of wind on any of them. The water goes to glass. The hill above the largest pond arrives upside down underneath itself, cloud and all, and holds there.
And then the cloud got out of the way · 08:31Flags on the shore, and no wind at all · 08:16
The way out runs through a crack in the rock · 12:08The other thing August does, which nobody mentions, is flowers. The whole bowl is in bloom. Pink and magenta right down to the waterline, sheep grazing through the middle of it, yaks standing in the cloud looking mildly put out that you exist. In October this is brown grass and hard light. In August it is absurd.
Everyone walks the same stone staircase · 08:50
Sheep, and about a million flowers · 08:55
Right of way, obviously · 09:10It opened for about twenty minutes. Four days of walking, and the mountain paid out all of it at once. Panch Pokhari, 08:31
Down, in the rain, on Janai Purnima (Day 04 · Aug 19)
THE HIGH CAMP → KAMI KHARKA → THE VALLEY → KATHMANDU
- 07:45 cloud back in, 2,336 m
- 09:12 below the treeline
- 10:18 the last of the steps
- 16:18 valley floor, 1,074 m
The cloud came back overnight and stayed for the descent, which felt fair. Going down those steps in the wet is its own event: three thousand metres of it, knees complaining by the second hour, and the forest steaming around you as the day warms up.
Going down, and the cloud came back up · 07:45Everything up here is running downhill · 08:33We passed people going the other way all morning, walking up on the day itself with no packs and no intention of stopping. That is the version of this trek most people do: one long push through the night, a wash in a freezing pond at dawn, and straight back down. Ours took four days and a lot of petrol, and we got the lakes on a morning with nobody on them.
Go in August if you can accept the terms. You will be wet for four days, you will see almost nothing for three of them, and the trail will be a staircase of running water. And then for twenty minutes on one morning the cloud will step aside and show you five ponds lying flat as glass in a bowl of flowers at four thousand metres, and you will forget the entire rest of it.
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