Once again, after a long time away from the net I become exhausted and overwhelmed with this world that doesn't really exist, I don't even understand how the internet works. There's emails to respond to, a million things to write about, stories to tell and life to figure out. But I'm back in Kathmandu!
I never would have guessed at all the twists and turns that my adventure took. But one thing I've learned throughout my wanders: don't make plans, but never run out of ideas.
Since I managed to post in Thulo Syaphru along the trail I've had a novels worth of adventures: I had a Nepali boy follow me and think he was going to come back to the U.S. with me, I milked Chowry (Yak/Cow mix), traded my backpack for a Bamboo pack basket worked in a cheese factory and learned to make cheese and butter, performed pooja with a Nepali family 4500 meters up at a holy lake, got invited to leave the "trekking route" and see real Nepali life, and ended up harvesting rice, rebuilding the paddies, and planting new rice... So many stories and where to begin.
At the moment though, I'm overwhelmed, can't seem to function or respond to emails and I think I'll do better wandering the streets of Kathmandu than sitting on the computer.
I'm going to do my best to get on the computer and write. I feel so inspired after wandering the hills and mountains, I want to share that inspiration with everyone.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Still... Trekking!
Here's a quicky for everyone :D I've been having an amazing time wandering across the mountains. I'm in Thulu Syaphru and I'm on my way back to Kathmandu over Larabina La pass. I'm as close to civilization as I've been in a while and since my trip took one of the many unexpected twists that my journey takes I'm writing to let people know life is grand!
The mountains are amazing, I hope my photos will give people an idea once they're uploaded. The connection is slow and I'm paying an arm and a leg for internet at the moment.
Anyways, as the adventure continues I found myself painting windows at a guest house in Kyanjin Gompa at 3,800 meters. I painted for free room and board. When I was hanging outside of the second story window,breathing in paint fumes and wondering why I was painting 8 hours a day to save $7 I would switch my focus to the windows and see 7,000 meter mountains framed by the fresh paint.
I'm finally starting to appreciate "tea house" trekking. I get to take my time, wander through beautiful landscapes. And then get food, room and a hot shower at the end of the day! It's a shift from wandering the backcountry of the northwest but it has it's merits as well.
I've had so many experiences: trying to carry a porters load, and almost breaking my neck after 100 meters, spending two nights dancing at a gompa with Tibetans, getting charged by a Yak, getting above 5,000 meters, and sawing through a log with the local lumberjacks. So many stories to tell. I sent my blessings across the world from the top of the world, maybe you heard?
Namaste
The mountains are amazing, I hope my photos will give people an idea once they're uploaded. The connection is slow and I'm paying an arm and a leg for internet at the moment.
Anyways, as the adventure continues I found myself painting windows at a guest house in Kyanjin Gompa at 3,800 meters. I painted for free room and board. When I was hanging outside of the second story window,breathing in paint fumes and wondering why I was painting 8 hours a day to save $7 I would switch my focus to the windows and see 7,000 meter mountains framed by the fresh paint.
I'm finally starting to appreciate "tea house" trekking. I get to take my time, wander through beautiful landscapes. And then get food, room and a hot shower at the end of the day! It's a shift from wandering the backcountry of the northwest but it has it's merits as well.
I've had so many experiences: trying to carry a porters load, and almost breaking my neck after 100 meters, spending two nights dancing at a gompa with Tibetans, getting charged by a Yak, getting above 5,000 meters, and sawing through a log with the local lumberjacks. So many stories to tell. I sent my blessings across the world from the top of the world, maybe you heard?
Namaste
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