I just have to face it, I live in a tent, my water comes from the nearby stream, barely strained, hopefully boiled. The houses in the villages are made of stone, cut by hand, no concrete. In Pangbuche I buy shoelaces, and make a mandala of the old laces, on the floor of the last cafe where we first saw the path up the mountain.
Back to base camp. Is this progress? But what is progress
weighed in the scales of what is truly important? So we had a long planning
meeting with Nima to work out the new nine day plan to the summit. It is taking
a long time to climb this mountain. But Mark is feeling much better, we
are going to go slowly and make
sure he is feeling strong. He is still amazingly positive and enthusiastic,
but he has been talking quite a bit about a vacation in the Bahamas
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| tent life |
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| Ram serves lunch |
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| shoe lace mandala |
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