Namche to Lukla

It is a fine day in Namche, I eat my porridge and hard boiled eggs and set off with Cam and Meryl for Lukla. Meryl stops to give away water to as many porters as possible. These porters carry immense loads up the trails. We call her the water fairy. We have a fine snack of yak cheese, ginger tea, and what they call macrum cookies, we call them macaroons. But it is at least a hundred miles to Lukla, and we are carrying heavy packs. The countryside is turning green and the little plots of potatoes are thriving. It is warm and humid, and the birds remind me of New York in the summer, or Long Island. Nima meets us at Lukla, it is almost dark and I sleep in a tiny room with no light and a difficult to open sliding door.

monk meeting room inside the restaurant lodge