an earlier visitor. This is a
holy place for Dawa. A place he has never been and
I am happy that we have been able to share and both to
have gained from this experience.
The ground is now white with snow and we hope we wake up
to a bright, cloudless day. If we get caught by an early
winter storm we would be in a world of hurt.
Yesterday, when we arrived, a cloudless and intensely
sunny day greeted us and shared it’s warmth with a couple
of Frenchmen from the climbing party, who had arrived just
ahead of us. I could have cried. Have they been my nemeses
or what!! They had not known about this place, but Dawa,
not being possessive had shared my little secret.
We have four dinners left. Dawa, yesterday, had scored two
jars of jam from the French and about 20 pieces of Nepali
bread about four inches in diameter. It is made with wheat
and soybean oil and is delicious. This will be lunch for a
couple of days. We, or I, hope we make it to Tanglet where we can buy supplies, otherwise we will get very hungry
before we get to Lukla. My companion does not do well
on an empty stomach. Neither do I.
