Back at Hotel Manuvinot, India, there are 3 or 4 hotel guys, they really
don’t have anything to do, except boil eggs and water for us occasionally, they
are all lounging around when we get back.
Pine needles flying straight toward the window from the pine trees, windows blowing off the hinges,
Yikes, the wind got stronger, I decided to move away from the
window, one minute later the entire window crashed in, the roof is blowing off
the hotel, fires are starting below us in the valley.
I am watching the lightning while the children play with a Frisbee on top of the hill, and other kids herd some cows around, as the smoke quietly billows up from the valley below. Although there is snow to be seen higher on the peaks, the tell me that there has been relatively little snow in the last two years. Watching this all through the window that now has no glass.
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