In Nepal, what goes up, must first go down and what goes down, must first go up. Simple. Exhausting. We are up on a high narrow ridge, having done a fair bit of climbing to get here, yet we are 150 meters lower than were we last night, having also done much descending. It was a long challenging 7.5 hour day. We are now in Thulo Sayphru. This village looks much different from when I was last here. It too was badly damaged during the earthquake but thankfully not many people were killed. We’re staying at the same guesthouse as last time but it is completely rebuilt. I recognized the woman (owner) who Dawa, Tendi and I had enjoyed a beer with during my last visit and enthusiastic hugging ensued. She and her family have rebuilt their guesthouse into very upscale accommodation.
While we had lunch in Bamboo, a small white dog rushed about organizing everything. He kept some yaks on the path past his patio. He kept monkeys off his patio. He greeted all trekking new comers onto his patio and still had time to play with an empty plastic pop bottle.
We had a long and high suspension bridge to cross today. One of many on this trek. This one was different in that monkeys had thrown large rocks down from the cliffs above and the rocks had made holes in the bridge deck. Additionally some of the rivets on the deck were coming out, and to add another element of fear factor, some of the mesh siding was broken.
Scary bridge crossing. On the other side a young man we’d met previously had his camera out and he asked if he could take my picture because – wait for it – I looked just like his grandmother. Yes indeed. The man was in his mid twenties. What does that make me!
Past time for bed it’s nearly 7:30.
So goodnight from two tired trekkers.