The historic backcountry Mustang trek kicks off the once-banned wild horse kingdom, which is hidden from the rest of the world north of Nepal's main Himalayas. Mustang, the land where a man's soul remains as real as the feet he walks on: this land is called "barren as a dead deer", but despite its hardships, it is still full of beauty and happiness, part of the kingdom of Tibet. Until Gongtang in the 1830s. The unofficial capital of Mustang, the walls of Lomondan, remains a kingdom within a kingdom. The early history of Lomond Tang is filled with myths and legends rather than recorded facts. The Mustang remained an independent duchy until 1951. King Lo-Monthang still retains his title and was awarded the honorary rank of Colonel of the Nepal Army.
Long closed to tourists, the fabled kingdom of upper mustang is one of the wildest dreams of Himalayan lovers and has been open to foreign tourists since 1991. Immigration authorities issue only a few special permits. This barrier-crossing Nepalese-Tibetan enclave is nestled in the Kali Gandaki Mountains in the High Himalayas, an ancient caravan route that connects the inhospitable wilderness of the Tibetan Plateau, the hills of Nepal and the plains of India. The kingdoms inhabited by the Lhoba people exhibited Tibetan Buddhist culture without Chinese influence for a period of time. A trek into this fabled forbidden kingdom of vast, arid valleys, eroded canyons, ochre valley, yak caravans, colorful-painted mud-brick houses on the back dropped of the majestic mountain of Nilgiri, Tukche, Annapurna and Dhaulagiri make your medieval walled kingdom Mustang trekking a very special one.
Adventure International Trekking organizes regular treks to the Upper mustng for the three-day TIJI festival
The ceremony is called "The Demon Hunt" and is one of the most important festivals in the region. During the festival, monks dressed in elaborate costumes and masks perform dances and rituals to exorcise evil spirits, and Mustangs from all over gather at Lo Montang to celebrate the Tiji festival.
"Before we spewed out a swath of weather-beaten brown faces, in stark contrast to those bright, dirty little kids clinging to the roof like grapes. My eyes, even today, have a hard time believing what I saw that day the truth.