Sunday - Monday - Tuesday 11/13-14-15
The days really march by.
From Urpa up and over the Mera La, pass Karka to Tangnuk. We
really blazed. Two days into one. I am in the best shape of my
life, but my knees are taking a hammering and I wonder if they
will hold up until I get out.
That first evening in Tangnuk, I sat around the open fire,
drinking coffee and listening to the chatter of the porters
and shop keeper.
There was a Japanese, travelling alone with his porters, cook,
and guide. He was gregarious and friendly. After three pints
of rum, which he called whiskey and which he shared freely,
his only means of communication was wild gestures and a big
smile. He certainly had no need of the fire and language was
no barrier.
Coming down the trail I saw my little friend that I had met on
the way in, and we waved at each other. We did not stay at her
parents hut, instead, we stayed at the home of Dawa’s
friend. Not to sleep, we had the tent, but to eat and pass the
time. Dawa said it was cheaper to eat, but I miss my little
friend.
There are three other rock huts at Tangnuk, occupied during
the trekking season; but with winter fast approaching, Tangnuk
soon will be abandoned.
The owner of the hut where we are eating has already sent
his wife to Lukla. He is a young man in his mid twenties. He
speaks some English and is friendly and open. He too
will soon follow her out.