Namche

Since we got to Lukla so late, we had to walk from Lukla to Namche the next day, I realized the walk from Lukla to Phakding is mostly downhill, and not nearly as long as it feels  when Nima is making us stop to get tea. But I miss Nima. We booked it to Namche passing about 87 people and lots of naks. But the porters did not make it until late the next day. Typical beautiful tea house room at the place with the junipers where we had lunch last year.

My baker friend jeta at the German bakery across the milky river in Phakding. 

The famous bridge to the solukhumbu.

The long hike to Namche seemed a lot shorter without the stops.

Namche Bazar, a town on the side of the mountain, but mostly in the clouds. Like magic the plan to meet Tanner at the German bakery worked! At last someone to talk with. We visited my painter friend Kamur who showed us the ancient mandala. It cannot be sold he said, the house could not live without it, money could never replace it. That is how I felt about it too.

Only yak cheese not any kind of chocolate.

Most of the time it is like this, cloudy foggy and without a book or sketchbook since everything was in the bag with the lost porters. But we made a plan, finally once the bags arrived. Go to tengbouche tomorrow, get a blessing from the llama, check the bakery, then the next day go to Pangbouche for lunch then Ama Dablam base camp, where there is supposed be a tent waiting for us and a cook.