My hands are freezing


hello all- well jen and i are in namche bizaar- the route to everest base camp- there are very few people trekking this time of year- but the weather is beautiful! tibetan prayer flags are hanging everywhere outside...from trees, bridges..yaks carry loads of food and supplies to these mt villages.  They pass us on the trails with young sherpas..we got our first glimps of everst today- though from this place it is not visable. Fires keep the hotel common room warm- our rooms at night are pretty damn cold- but we are prepared and staying toasty.  getting up to pee is a drag...haha- we will be trekking for another 6 days- and it is going to get more beautiful by the day. The sherpa people are wonderful- jen and i were invited in one of their homes yesteday.  we sat and had masala tea with them  (we are hooked on it)  and heard about their way of life- i couldn't help but look at their dwelling- a woodburning stove with a gigantic pot of water for tea is always going.  shelves with many huge pots, metal plates and of the Dalai Lama  on their walls. a single table and some benches... one light from the ceiling. but cozy. its hit or miss with the food- this mornings breakfast was some kind of porriage that i labled as grule- tasted like cardboard. i am keeping a diary of sorts....but i tend to ramble so won't bore you-

i met my sponsored child Jyoti on tues OMG SHE IS SOOO CUTE! if i could figure out how to load my pictures  i could show you, but i am lucky to finally figure out how to get on this site. She is so poor, but happy... Ram took us to her home to meet her aunts who are raising her. they have no running water, or electricity that i could see.  her aunts sew cloths to make a living.  Two old pedal sewing machines set up in their one room space.  they pile quilts in the corner that become thier beds on the floor at night. they have a separate kitchen- but we did not see it.  they live near a river in ktm that is so polluted with raw waste and garbage, its discusting. but after two days in ktm i was already used to walking the dirty streets- following Ram who shows us around. i am thankful to be in the mountains now breathing clean air. I will spend more time with joyti when i get back to ktm.

Our guide Bobu and our porter Purbu are tiny young guys in their early 20s. they speak very little english but we communicate fine. 

yesterday i wrote on my i phone notepad-will give you a sense of how we spend our day trekking

"As we sit waiting for our meal i hear a low voice chanting. a man inside had prayer beads in hand and a manta spread before him on a long narrow paper. prayer flags criss cross the pine trees surrounding this mountainside home. Three yaks saddled with heavy loads making their way up the trail pass us as we relax from our morning trek. harmony was the word that came to mind. harmony surrounded me. and i felt so content. Oh! our momos just came out! yuuuummmmmm- we had watched as the woman picked a few kale leaves next to the bench where jen and I sat - those went into the steamed dumplings we are chowing now. our first night we sleep in a sherpa village of phakding. the sun goes over the mountain at 4pm-there are only 5 hrs of sunshine during the winter. 

for now- thats it- my fingers are freezing. i am siting inside an "internet cafe" with my down jacket on and a hat......


Posted by carolyn at 5:54 PM