Walking in the Himalayas

We walked the rest of the day, but slowly for the sea level people to acclimatize, past many Buddhist prayer wheels and rock tablet shines. I asked Nima, our sherpa guide, and Mark and Mark's personal sherpa for the climb, what they all meant. I decided they were Buddhist prayers and poems for good luck, suggestions for the right way to live, and pointers toward enlightenment. The mountains are immense, reminding me of Peru, except when one of the real 6,000 meter peaks come into view, which dwarf what you thought were mountains. We walk by a river with turquoise glacier water, young boys and older men carry huge loads on ther backs, everything here must be carried in, there are no cars, no roads, only this amazing rock trail. We stop for lunch, where they serve ginger lemon tea, the best thing I have tasted all day. In normal life I rarely have a real lunch, and now I have long social lunches every day. We stop at the tea lodge where we have little cabins, next to the lovely river. Mark and I are very happy that Sima is our Sherpa, he has climbed Everest twice, Ama dablam and many of the other peaks in the area. He also knows the names of each mountain.