Lwang Village lies in pleasant perspective on Machhapuchhre Himalayas which fall under the Annapurna Conservation Area Project ( ACAP ) Situated at a height of 1460m . Lwang is acclaimed for natural Himalayan Tea Farming and lies 20km North-West from Pokhara. This Gurung Village additionally the beginning stage of Mardi Himal Trekking course ( The Hidden Paradise ) The Major control of town are Tourism ( Homestay), Military Service, Overseas work, Organic Tea Factory and Agriculture.

Lwang Village is well known in Community Based Homestay where each Household mother assemble in one house and cook Tipical Nepali Food and serve Tourist. Visitor have extraordinary chance to encounter Gurung Culture and Tradition. Traveler are permitted to remain in regular little stone rooftop house with clean path and encompassing. Visitor are presented with Typical Nepali Food (Dal, Bhat and Organic Vegetable ) , Local Chicken , Local Alcohol ( Raksi ) , Cultural Program and Show. Homestay in Lwang can be exceptional with the location of Pokhara Valley , Organic Tea Farm with perspective on Machhapuchre Himal.

The town is profoundly popular for the natural tea gardens; Lwang with blend slope clans of Brahmin, Chhetri, Gurung, Blacksmith, Tamang, Newar individuals. In this manner, the guests will have an incredible chance to encounter the way of life of individuals of different races and stations.

The home stay cabins in little stone rooftops with clean paths and encompassing, presented with regular Nepali food ( dal, rice, curry) and neighborhood chicken, liquor produced using nearby millet, social occasions and shows.

Homestay in Lwang an encounter of nearby culture with view of tea gardens with Annapurna Himalaya background converged with ordinary blended societies and customs.

Our day at Lwang Village

At the point when we arrive at Milan Chowk, a little town toward the upper east of Pokhara, at 8am to get a jeep to Lwang town, we are advised the main jeep to the town leaves at 1pm. Be that as it may, a bold merry Gurung man discloses to us that we can take the jeep that leaves in an hour to Khora Mukh, a humble community neighboring Lwang, and afterward climb for an hour to arrive at our goal.

The old white Bolero jeep to Khora Mukh leaves at 9am sharp, and soon we abandon the town. The pothole-perplexed black-top track offers path to a two-path rough street wavering on a bluff’s edge. To our privilege is the swollen dinky white Seti River. The ride, our driver lets us know, will be a rough one, and he figures the earlier night’s downpour more likely than not intensified street conditions. He is correct.

Following exactly 15 minutes out and about, we run over a stretch of thick, wet mud ooze loaded with profound tire marks. The muck powers the tires to turn and coast, and, for a couple of moments, there is by all accounts no association between the vehicle’s directing haggle tires. Following a concise battle, the vehicle staggers from the swamp, and reestablishes quiet inside the jeep.

We are back to watching wraps of water-filled paddy fields, villages and the Mardi stream pass us by from the jeep’s square windows. Jampa, my two-year-old nephew, who is perched on his grandma’s lap on the opposite side of the vehicle, resumes terminating a reiteration of inquiries: What are bhang doing in their sheds? Are there any fish in the waterways? For what reason are there such a large number of haris (chickens) going around? His interest and capacity to pose such a significant number of inquiries astounds me. I am overwhelmed with a craving to give him an embrace, however between us is my cousin Rinchen and an old lady.

Samir is somebody I love beyond all doubt. Be that as it may, he lives in Pokhara and I in Kathmandu. The separation has made me a to a great extent missing uncle. The occasions I have visited him in Pokhara in the course of recent years is not many I can tally them on one hand. I missed his birthday festivities and his first day at kindergarten. A couple of days before the excursion, I learned he had begun alluding to another of his uncles by my name. That was the final irritation that will be tolerated, and I realized I needed to intercede—I gathered my sack and took a transport to Pokhara.

Forty-five minutes into the drive, the jeep stops at Khora Mukh. The lethargic town is settled in a wide valley with the shiny Mardi stream going through it.

The path to Lwang starts with steps. For the initial 20 minutes, the trip winds past old stone houses’ front yards. In the wake of climbing a couple of steps, samir chooses he has strolled enough and requests that he be conveyed until his legs are refreshed.

Before long, the path wanders into a woods of chilauney and chestnut trees, ringing with the shrills of cicadas. Under its green shelter, the air gets cooler and the fragrance of wet mud waits noticeable all around. The path is covered with dead earthy colored leaves, despite everything wet from the earlier night’s downpour. For the following 45 minutes, the path climbs and straightens, and generally, we are the main individuals on the way. Each time we rest and hydrate, Jampa rapidly takes his own journeys, returning with leaves, grass, twigs, even dead bugs in his minuscule rotund palms.

After a lofty ascension, we arrive at an inclining slope and the town of Lwang comes into see. We stop at a resting place concealed by a gigantic tree and join a resident who is touching wild oxen.

Lwang Village sits at a normal height of 1,350 meters and is generally populated by Gurung individuals. Toward the north and upper east of the town, the snow-topped pinnacles of Machhapuchhre, Annapurna South and Hiunchuli rule the horizon, and toward the southeast are profound beautiful valleys and streams. The houses are worked in customary style, and a system of very much kept up stone walkways associate them all. I before long gain proficiency with the town is a well known end of the week escape for Pokhara occupants, and its administration board of trustees runs homestays.