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country road and has been for thousands of years, but it
seems to me it represents a Los Angeles freeway during
rush hour. It is not the locals that I mind...... it
is all the ME’s.
I am really beat. Took two aspirin. The coffee has
given me a little stomach ache, just like home. At
least I hope that’s what it is. So far though, I feel
good, given the fact every cell in by body is screaming in
pain. Tomorrow should be an easier day. It
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| Wednesday 10-14-92 8:20PM
I slept like a dead man.
This morning a retraction is forthcoming: did I say every cell in
my body screamed in pain yesterday? Not true. They only
whimpered. Today they screamed
This morning, upon awakening, and swinging my feet to the floor,
the attempt to stand was immediately foiled by the tight fisted
knots in both calves. In fact, I thought I might never stand
again, no less carry a pack for six more weeks. Twenty
minutes of effort to loosen those knots was required |
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House Children - Playing |
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breakfast.
Dawa has a set time table and I am not going to throw him
off by falling behind. So I pushed as hard as
I could to make it here.
We are at a pretty fancy Tea House and no doubt expensive:
Electricity, hot water showers, separate sleeping quarters
for us guys. At this rate my money won’t last long;
but I am so tired I’ll pay anything, sleep anywhere.
Last night as we were watching my first Himal sunset, a
shooting star streaked across the night sky.
Dawa, even though he had seen many, did not know precisely
what they were and so it gave me pleasure to explain the
phenomenon. A short while later a satellite whizzed
by, and, again it allowed for an explanation.
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| Dawa has already shared so much of his
knowledge, now this has allowed me to share some of mine.
Earlier today, he pointed at a distant place where we would be
going. I stared. My mind trying to conceptualize |
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