My favourite New Year’s Eve party occurred on either the 13th or 14th April 1988, from which you may conclude this was not at home in England. I was in the Himalaya, walking the Annapurna Circuit. And my uncertainty about the date is due to the fact I didn’t keep a travel journal in those days. In fact, I’m not even sure exactly where we were staying that night, although I do know we were still heading up towards the high pass, the Thorung La, and that we were still well below the snowline. At the end of the day’s walking we camped, as usual, and while we were eating supper we were informed that we were invited to join in the New Year celebrations in the village close by.
It wasn’t the place in the picture above – it was smaller – but it was definitely what could be described as a little one horse place somewhere rather high up in the Himalaya. The celebrations involved drinking, singing, and dancing. Actually, the celebrations were drinking, singing, and dancing. The drink was chang, which is rice beer, a traditional Tibetan drink, which is drunk on any and all occasions, by everyone. It is cloudy, it doesn’t taste very strong, it’s not very strong, and it slips down easily.
And then there is rakshi, which is a distilled liquor and a whole new level of peril. We were warned about that.
Up where we were, the singing consisted largely – possibly entirely – of folk songs. We were already familiar with at least one of them; when we had been in Kathmandu, the hit of the season was apparently a song called paan ko paat which we heard on radios everywhere – you can find many versions of this on YouTube if you feel curious – and as the chang flowed, so the singing increased in intensity. So too did the dancing – there was what might very loosely be termed a band, consisting of a number of people playing traditional instruments – and we either tried to keep up or stood around drinking and talking with our most hospitable hosts.
I have no photographs of this, sadly, since it was dark and I had no flash on my camera. The only light came from oil lanterns. You’ll just have to imagine a host of Nepalis and half a dozen westerners crammed into a tea house and having a jolly good time.
And then we were informed it was our turn to sing.
They asked us to sing something traditional from whichever countries we came from. I think the others made a reasonable fist of it, although maybe that’s just me assuming that everyone else sings better than me. Which they do. And some of their interpretations of ‘traditional’ may have been rather elastic. And then came the words I had been dreading, the words that sent a frisson of horror through my entire being: ‘Your turn, Mick.’
I must have been drunk, because suddenly I knew that if I had just one more drink I could do it. And so I did. I do at least know quite a few folk songs although I couldn’t remember the words to more than a couple of verses of the one I chose, but no one seemed to mind. On reflection, I suppose no one even really listened.
The rest of the words came to me as I lay in my tent that night, listening to sporadic bursts of singing and shouting – but by then, there was little difference between the two…
Happy New Year, folks.
Happy New Year, Mick, sounds like an evening to remember however fuzzily!
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Thanks, Robert. It was a fun time!
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That sounds like a perfect way to spend a New Year’s Eve, Mick. Your descriptions of back then read like a story – what a wonderful experience. Your memory of that night came across crystal clear, and I could almost taste the rakshi. When the local people asked you to sing, I was half-expecting you to break out with Auld Lang Syne! I’m sure, whatever you sang, was a lot better than that. Happy New Year to you and your family, Mick. X 🎊
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It certainly wasn’t Auld Lang Syne, Ellie! I remember what it was, it was song called ‘Sir Patrick Spens’, which was covered by Fairport Convention, amongst others. I’m fairly sure I murdered it, though. Happy new Year!
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Haha, you even remember the name of the song ‘Paan ko paat’! Happy New Year, from somewhere around the place you partied in 1998!!
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Thanks, Aditya. Happy new Year to you!
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Happy New Year and remembering the brilliant New Year’s Eve parties in Oman TC! Hope you and the family are all well and 2023 is a good year for you all. Love from us all here 🎉🎉🎉
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Happy new Year to you all, Jane. Yes, let’s hope 2023 is a decent year. I feel we’re owed one.
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What a fun memory!!! I’m sure you have many more like it, too! Happy New Year to you and yours, Mick!
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Happy New Year to you too, Jill. Let’s hope it’s a good one.
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Fingers crossed!
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What a terrific story, and what a great memory. Whatever you sang, I know it was perfect. Here’s to a new year with its own moments of perfection. Cheers!
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Perfect? Er…right…umm…but yes, here’s to a great new year. Cheers back!
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What a great story, Mick – and I’m reading while listening to paan ko paat. 🙂 Thanks for sharing the story and best wishes for a good year ahead. Maybe that’s enough to wish for! 😉
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Thanks, Lynn. Paan ko paat is quite fun, but hearing it come out of every shop and house for three days it loses a little of its appeal,,,
That’s plenty to wish for. If it happens, that’ll be a result!
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Happy New Year to you.
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Thank you. And to you, too.
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I’d have to have another drink to sing in public too…. But what a great New Year celebration!
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It was superb, Ann. Great atmosphere, great setting, great fun!
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Happy new year. You seem to remember everything from your travels. Did you maintain a detailed travel diary in the old days?
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I usually do, but back then I didn’t do so. But occasions like that tend to stick in the memory, even if there are other parts of the trip I can’t remember very well now.
Happy New Year to you too, Arv.
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I get that. Thanks, to you too!
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Wow! That sounds like an amazing experience. What a beautiful memory. I could imagine it all. Happy New Year again to you!
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Thanks, Smitha. It was a great evening. And Happy New Year again to you!
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What a wonderful story and adventure and jolly good time. I loved this Mick and wish I’d been a fly on the wall, or a participant! I’m sure your singing was just perfect for the celebration. 🙂
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Had you been either a fly on the wall or a participant I suspect you wouldn’t suggest my singing was ‘perfect’ – in any way!
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🙂
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And you still remember. Warm wishes Mick.
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It was a great experience, Rupali. Thank you.
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What a wonderful life it would be if all our memories are full of moments like that.
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Oh, absolutely. That would be indeed be wonderful.
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