Showing posts with label nepal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nepal. Show all posts

July 26, 2012

Nepal, A Pilgrimage of Self-Realization

Where do I start with Nepal? I arrived in Nepal in March of this year excited to move from the humidity of Thailand's tropical climate to the high altitude climate of the Himalaya. I had only two expectations: the first was to see the worlds tallest peaks; the second was to meet the people that populated the valleys below these peaks, and learn how they managed to live, survive and thrive in one of the planets most hostile environments. I had no idea what that would entail and could never had imagined how it would end up changing my life. Everyday was a new adventure and nearly every experience was filled with beauty, inspiration, and powerful lessons in simplicity, and selflessness. I am currently here at a desk in Israel, which seems like half a world away, both in location and way of life, surrounded by all the western amenities I've for so long been without. I sit here contemplating all those vital self-realizations and life lessons and I find myself wondering how I will incorporate these things in my own reality.

Simplicity could possibly be the most important lesson I take home with me. It seemed that nearly every aspect of the Nepali people's lives revolved around simplicity. Not simplicity in the sense that they used the latest technology to make their lives easier, but more in the sense that they used only what they had at their disposal happily with gratitude. For most of the population living in the high country of the Himalaya, the quick delivery of goods from the outside world is extremely difficult, if not completely impossible. Everything people need in the villages needs to be carried in by Porter, which often takes days, if not weeks. Because of this most of the families still survive off subsistence farming techniques. This is hard work especially in the Himalaya high country. Often too much work for one single person, so the locals would work in groups. One of the most memorable sights was coming across a large group of maybe twenty women in a potato field dressed in their local dress. They were all working in a circle hunched over with smiles on their faces and they sang with such a rich harmony with every ounce of their souls. It was truly a memorable experience.

Another story of simplicity starts with a conversation I had with a local Nepali friend. He and I talked for a long time about many different things, he was very curious about my life outside of Nepal. The drive from Kathmandu to the Langtang Valley, along the perilous mountain roads chiseled into the mountain sides two miles above the valleys, took most of the day so we had ample time to talk. The jeep would eventually drop us in a small village near the Tibetan border where we would start our two week trekking experience, bringing medical supplies and dental care to the local Tibetan refugees most in need. My Nepali friend asked if it was true that in America we watch time, I thought about it for a second and said yes. I had never really thought about that before, we always seem to have something to do. He then told me about how the Nepali people in much of the Himalayan regions think of work. He said that in this region of Nepal you can have a job one day and that is good, or you can not have a job, and that is good as well, either way it's okay. It seemed that having a job wasn't completely necessary to their  well-being, they were often content with life either way. I tried to explain to him our drive for independence, expensive education system and how we work hard to pay off debt we are often forced into. I told him in the western world we are often pressured to live above our means. This idea of debt seemed a bit foreign to him. It was quite an eye opening talk. The thing to take away from this is not that it's better to not have a job or to not be progressive in your life, but instead strive to live simply and fight that urge for excessive want. This will be hard to put into practice when I get home. There are always so many material things that are easily accessible that would either make my life easier or satisfy my need for fun and entertainment. There is also the want in my life for adventure and that drive to make my time here memorable by experiencing as much of the world around me as I can. This is also only a want, although maybe a bit more beneficial to my personal growth than an extra TV. Either way, I will need to find a balance. 

This idea of living simply was brought to my attention again during a conversation I had with my new friend Doc PJ. Let me start with a little background on Doctor PJ so everyone can understand better the type of person he was. He exuded many of those fundamental human qualities that I have personally been struggling to incorporate into my own life, with ease, style and grace everyday. Doc PJ is a practicing doctor in Summit County and he spends the majority of the year working hard to make the people of that community healthy and happy, which is quite a noble ambition in itself. But like all great inspirations, he goes above and beyond what average doctors do. I would consider him a living Robin Hood. He takes most of what he makes during the year, making the wealthy western world healthy, and almost completely solely funds yearly trips to places like Honduras, Sudan, and Nepal to bring health care to the most under-privileged people in the world. These places seem exotic, but in reality are filled with drug wars, civil wars and extreme poverty. All this effort with no need for recognition, only the genuine gratitude and the smiles on the faces of the local people. It is great people like Doc PJ that give me hope for humanity. During one of our daily treks to the next small village along the border, Doc PJ and I were talking about the American lifestyle and what he said was, "I just don't need that extra stuff, I never have, I'm just lucky I guess." This lesson in simplicity was one of many taught by Doc PJ, many of which were taught silently by example. 

One other practice I will take from Doc PJ is an example of the importance of friends and family. He and Siri's dad have shared breakfast once a week, every week, for years. It is often really hard to keep up on all of your relationships in life, but putting extra time and effort into those that are here now is vital in creating that bond while the opportunity is here. I've often said it is the quality of the friends and family you have rather than the quantity. Those quality relationships need to be regularly nurtured and when the future brings its inevitable space, the bond will always remain strong as long as time requires. This idea of regular meals, tea, or outings with the people in my life will be something I will always put my effort into, that I know. 

The simple token of appreciation given by the local Tibetan people was tea and silk scarves. Every village we tried to leave was filled with grateful families and nearly every house we passed asked us to come in to have tea. As a sign of appreciation, the head of the house would give every one on the medical team, often referred to by its members as the "He-Man Jungle Doctor Crew", AKA, Team Yak Rescue, a silk scarf. The tea was often butter and salt and the scarves were simple, but the gesture was so meaningful. At the end of the "escape ceremonies," we would all have scarves piled up to our noses, a bit ridiculous, but extremely soft.

My adventures in Langtang also bought meaningful examples of selflessness and generosity. One of my favorite quotes is, "If we all give, we all receive." This idea may seem a bit idealistic, but if we consider it a spectrum, with the opposite end being, "if we all take everything, there will be nothing left," then somewhere along there is the idea that if we all give a little more than we think we can, those who need it most will receive more than they have now. Simple idea, but maybe a bit harder in practice. Generosity will always outshine greed, whether we hear about it or not, and the selfless will always triumph over the selfish. I talked to a man recently named Baska at a cafe in India. I told him of our adventures in Langtang and for some reason he didn't believe me that anyone would fund something like this out of nothing more than love for humanity. He refused to agree that there were people that would do things for free. He was convinced Doc PJ was working for someone else in the sole interest of bettering himself. There's a scary thought-- if he was right, that would mean there aren't any more genuine people in the world interested in the well being of others for the sake of simply that. I disagree fully with this pessimistic, fearful perception of humanity, I'd like to think this is a fundamental human instinct to help those around us. Don't we naturally want to help those who we see are in pain whether they are right in front of us or on some picture? Seeing someone's suffering causes an emotional reaction in almost every one of us. That genuine compassion is understood by nearly everyone, but only acted on, most often, by the few most strongly affected. And someone like Doc PJ is a perfect example of that, one of many all over the world, who take their wealth and share it for the sake of the less fortunate. After all, "wealth should serve humanity, not vice-versa," says the Dalai Lama. I feel that if there is an understanding of the difference between what we want and what we need, we may be able to begin to live with what we need and no more. We may begin to see the importance and benefit  in sharing our excesses in life and collectively realize the joy that comes from generosity. Maybe the long lasting satisfaction that comes from this selflessness will bring a feeling of connectedness with it, that many of us direly need. This is much more attractive to me when compared to the emptiness that almost immediately follows the five minutes of happiness that comes from buying the third TV. It may seem a little far fetched, a pipe dream maybe, but maybe its possible for this simple idea to go viral and change the mindset of a whole population. This is the basis of the paradigm shift we all seem to be watching and waiting for. Unfortunately it doesn't come from sitting on the couch, it starts with each one of us working toward the common goal. It's a simple idea and an often contagious practice. This needs to start at the grassroots level by people like Doc PJ, who are not looking for fame or recognition from anyone, but only to help those less off. As George Carlin once said, if you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you're going to get selfish, ignorant leaders. It is these practices that will make each one of us an inspiration to those around us as well as ourselves. And it is this inspiration that helps us find beauty in everything around us.
Nepal and beauty go hand in hand. Every village we went through along the border I couldn't help but find the beauty in almost everything around me. It was such a genuine experience and I couldn't seem to get the smile of my face. It became easier and easier to find beauty, even in the simple things. One idea I thought about a lot was the fact that I was only a very small and seemingly insignificant part in the timeline of many of these people's lives as they were in mine. As I watched the local people go about their day to day life, which seemed so peaceful and simple, I couldn't help but notice the incredibly striking, beautiful facial features of the young Nepali and Tibetan people. I would then notice the weathered, leather-like facial features of the elderly, both filled with so much life, passion and history. I couldn't help but try to piece together their lives. It was really hard to piece together the lives of a people I had so little understanding about. I was so attracted and fascinated by their lives and how they lived in such a trying and extreme environment yet made it look so simple. They all seemed to walk around with ease, but also carried so much emotion inside, there was a depth that I can't really explain in every one of their eyes, both young and old.

With the constant visions of beauty came amazing moments of inspiration and hope for the future. Nearly every person I met in Nepal reminded me of these things that give me hope. I've found that it is an inspiration to just be in the same room as great people. Great people like everyone who was part of the He-Man Jungle Doctor Crew like Doc PJ, Mipsang Lama, Jangmu Lama, Thiley Lama and the rest of the Lama family. It was such a honor to meet the Lama family. Mipsang and Jangmu are the son and daughter of Thiley Lama. Thirteen generations ago Thiley's first ancestor arrived in what is now known as the Langtang valley. At that time there was nothing there except the massive Himalayan peaks all around. His ancestor saw there what he had seen in a dream and decided to settle. Since that time each generation following him has ruled over the valley and helped to preserve Tibetan Buddhism in the region by building temples and gompas to honor the many Buddhas. So I guess you could say their family is the royal family of the Langtang region. Thiley's grandfather was the last king of Langtang before all of the regions of this area of the Himalaya were united and called Nepal. While we were there we had the honor of meeting Thiley's mother who could be considered the last Queen of Langtang. When she walked into the room the day we were to leave, the rest of the people in the room stepped aside and the mood instantly changed and everyone became silent. It was such a beautiful sight to see the way everyone there acted around her and showed her such respect, I could see how honored everyone was that she decided to make an appearance. She was  92 years old, tiny, weathered and reminded me of my Grandma. She sat on the floor in the middle of the room next to the stove and talked to Thiley and Doc PJ intently in Tibetan. Doc PJ, Siri and I all sat listening like we could understand every word. The emotion that filled the room was unmistakable and I could see tears almost form in Doc PJ's eyes. When she was finished talking she stood up and everyone around stood up with her. Doc PJ and I watched as she walked away and he told me that meeting her was more meaningful than his meeting with The Dalai Lama two weeks before. He also talked of how she represented a big transition in that region. A transition between what the way of the elders and those who came before and what the future generations would know and the way they would change the area, all this while we looked out at the village of Langtang and watched all the new tourist lodges being built for the future influx of trekkers to the area. It was an extremely powerful experience I will not ever forget and it is a perfect example of the power of being in the same room with great people, and the inspiration and beauty that comes with it. 

After everyone prepared to leave the Lama's house I walked to the next house over that looked like it could have been built hundreds of years ago and probably was. This was the home of Thiley's mother. My intention was to take the scarf I had with me and hang it on the door as a sign of respect and to show how grateful I was to have  had the chance to meet the last Queen of Langtang. As I walked up the rickety stairs, I was invited in and I happily accepted. I entered into her dim home and greeted her with Namaste and offered the scarf; she looked at me with eyes filled full of emotion and confusion as to why I was there. She accepted the scarf and quickly pulled the old soot covered scarf she was wearing off and handed it to me. I said "tu chi chay" (thank you in Tibetan), shook her hand and left. I will never forget that experience and will probably tell the story for years to come. Another powerful example of Nepal's beauty and the beauty that I am surrounded by everyday.

Thiley himself was also an incredibly inspiring man. He chose to move from his family's peaceful home in the beautiful Langtang valley to the chaotic city of Kathmandu for his job. Not only that, but he had a job that most other people wouldn't have the capacity for or have the will to do it. Thiley is The Dalai Lama's Ambassador to Tibetan refugees in Nepal, His Holinesses second hand man in Nepal, you might say. It is Thiley's responsibility to look after the Tibetan people in the area and help a people that sometimes may not want to help themselves and to play a very key role in a situation that more often than not seems quite hopeless. He has regular meetings with officials from every group and country involved. He has to deal with differing view points from China, India, Nepal, Tibet, and the western world and try to find a middle ground in what seems to me to be almost impossible when you look at all the factors, political, economical, social, ignorance of the people and an occupying country that believes religion is poison. All these factors put a country like Tibet, which is almost entirely Buddhist, in a very difficult situation, and any one fighting for the people most effected by it in a seemingly hopeless situation. So anyone who voluntarily takes on such an important role in society is more than an inspiration to me. I wish him the best luck and Karma.

The last story on my pilgrimage through Nepal is set in the city of Kathmandu, and is another story of inspiration and beauty. As I flew over the city in route to the airport, I looked out the window at something I have never seen from a plane. Outside and below was a chaotic group of mostly brown buildings scattered along the hill sides. It was one of the most beautiful cities I had ever seen from above. We got off the plane near the only terminal and walked into a small brick building, not exactly what you would think of when you think of an international airport. We went through customs, gathered our bags, negotiated a taxi price and were off. As we entered the city I was in awe, it all seemed so foreign, this was the third world, I thought to my self, it's real and I am here. It was a lot to take in, and needless to say, hard to grasp. I could instantly feel myself falling in love with it and all its chaos. There was so much beauty in the old brick buildings, some half built and others falling apart. Between the buildings were narrow dirty streets, and all around us motorcycles, some piled four deep, swerved between us and oncoming cars. Our taxi driver tried repeatedly, often in a split second decision, to squeeze between the bus on our left and the oncoming bus on our right while at the same time swerving around the cow in the middle of the street. The Nepali police in full riot gear stood watching. Nothing seemed orderly or logical, it was beautiful chaos. 

After an hour our taxi driver dropped us at Ama Ghar, the children's home Siri and I would spend six weeks volunteering at. Ama Ghar (Motherly Home, in Nepali) had 47 brothers and sisters, 5 house mothers, 2 uncles, and Aunti Bonnie, who kept the Ama Ghar fabric together. By the end of our stay we felt like family ourselves, brother Neal and sister Siri. While I was there, I saw so much potential in a lot of the kids despite their individual circumstances outside of the Ama family. Many of the children have had hard upbringings and many are still dealing with a lot of emotional stress. Many of their lives outside of Ama Ghar are harder than any child should have to deal with and those circumstances often force them to grow up quickly, and as a result, miss out on being a kid. Ama Ghar plays such a crucial role in these kids life by giving them a comfortable place to live and food on the table as well as a network of people who genuinely want to see them better their lives. It also provides many of the children with hope that may have otherwise not been there, and the opportunity to do great things in their lives. Many of the children may be less privileged than kids from the western world, but I'm not sure if comparing them to children of the western world is appropriate. It would seem to me that a better comparison, if we must compare, are all the other kids in Nepal and other developing countries who don't have access to their fundamental needs, much less a good education. Regardless, there is so much hope and in my opinion, it's not false hope. Every one of the kids at Ama Ghar has the potential to do great things and it only takes 1 in 100 to accomplish what they set out to do. If that one person makes their dreams come true, then there are 99 others who should feel inspired to do great things themselves. While I was there, I saw so much beauty in each one of my brothers and sisters, and whether they no it or not each one of them inspired me and changed, forever, my perception of the world around me. My brothers and sisters at Ama Ghar have all helped me see that there is always beauty and there is always hope, and as they say, it is in the eyes of the beholder. 

It's been over a month since I crossed the border into India from Nepal and I look back at my experience in there as only the beginning of a life long friendship. I find myself still contemplating all the things I witnessed and how those things have undoubtedly changed my perception of the world around me. It was truly a priceless experience. There are so many emotions tied to the experience and I often find it hard to express in words my feelings associated with Nepal. My time there created such a strong bond that I can only relate to a feeling of being home. This farewell to Nepal is only a mere au revoir, until next time.

May 25, 2012

Four Stories from the Langtang Trek

After returning from our trek through the Solukhumbu, we had about 3 days at Ama Ghar to wash the dust out of our clothes and sleep before we headed back out again. We were unexpectedly invited by a family friend, Doc PJ, to join in on his medical rounds through small Tibetan villages in the Langtang region (along the Nepal-Tibet border) for two weeks. We had originally planned to spend a few days of rest in Nepal before moving on to India for a yoga/meditation retreat in the last week of May, but this opportunity was just too good to pass up, and we are SO GLAD we made the decision to go! Our experiences with PJ and the Lama family taught us so much, and gave us so much to be grateful for. Thiley Lama, the patriarch of the family, is currently the Representative for the Tibetan Refugees Living in Nepal (should I capitalize that? I don't know), and his family has been living in Langtang for the past 13 generations (in fact, he and his wife are direct relatives of the last King and Queen to rule the Langtang region before the regional union of Nepal), so we had the rare chance of hearing their firsthand accounts of the Tibetan culture and history of the area. His eldest son, Mipsang, and daughter, Jangmu, came along as well. Mipsang has gone to medical school and is serving his residency in the Philippines, but he came back to help PJ with the medical work (and get some much-needed rest). Jangmu has a degree in Tourism and spends much of the year managing the family's lodge in Kanjim. For this trip she was dubbed the official Team Leader, and she managed to take care of every member of the crew at every possible opportunity! They treated us like royalty the whole time and we will be forever indebted to our new friends for their generous hospitality. We asked PJ what we could possibly do to repay him and the family for gifting us with so much, and he told us that all we have to do is pay it forward. We intend to do just that.
As you may expect, we have many amazing and amusing stories we would love to share with you, but to help you avoid eyestrain we have narrowed it down to four.

Story # 1: A Day in Kanjim
The day before, we hiked a short two hours from Langtang up to Kanjim, where the Lama family runs a guesthouse called Yeti Lodge. We stashed our bags then hiked up to the top of the mountain right next to town, to take in the amazing 360 degree views. We made it up in a little over an hour, and spent several exhilarated moments looking around in silence. The wind was blowing hard, pushing all the warm air out of the valley in a big rush which we could see as well as feel. A few birds were riding the swells, probably getting a pretty big rush of adrenaline at the major turbulence, and I could see the same look in my fellow onlookers’ eyes: Oh, what it would feel like to fly like a bird! Some of the mountains were masked by the big afternoon clouds, so we all decided we would just have to come back up again tomorrow morning to get a clearer view.
This morning, we were awakened by PJ’s quiet knock at the door a little after 5am. He headed out just before us to race to the top, and we couldn’t even see him on the mountain by the time we got out, he was that fast. I managed to take a wrong turn somewhere on the clear path straight up the mountain, which is a distinct (though unintentional) skill of mine, and I ended up going around the mountain into a small valley. I decided to keep going and enjoyed a pleasant, gradual hike among the rocks and yak tracks until I realized I would miss breakfast at this rate and chose to walk straight up the side of the mountain. As I walked higher, I felt the sun begin to warm my crown, then my face, then creep slowly down until the whole view was bathed in sunlight. I got to the top right at the spot of a giant rockslide which had carved a deep gash into the side of the mountain, leaving a bare space which made the rocks beneath look almost naked. I leaned over to see better, and got a very steep, shocking view of the looooong way down. I quickly took two steps back, then one deep breath, and started walking along the ridge to my intended destination, where my companions patiently waited. After having a good hike and contemplation time on the top, we were all excited for breakfast. PJ went down first, bobbing and weaving in his bright yellow windbreaker, and Neal and I followed, a bit less gracefully and far less quickly on my part, but we still made it down right in time to eat.
After breakfast, we all got to ride on Mipsang’s small but sturdy horse (don’t worry, Neal’s friends, I have pictures), and then we went for a leisurely walk to the river, where we looked at flowers and lazed next to a small pond. On our way back, Ao spotted a black female yak (aka a nak) stuck neck-deep in mud. The team went immediately into action. Neal and PJ grabbed horns and rump and pulled, while Ao extricated her limbs one at a time by plunging his hands deep into the mud and heaving. Jangmu and I kept up commentary and took photos, and the nak furiously ground her teeth with anxiety. The moment was tense, but it wasn’t long before the nak was being dragged out and laid onto the nearby grass to recuperate. She was clearly exhausted, and almost didn’t have the strength in her tired muscles to stand up, but a few well-placed rocks to her side from Ao got her moving higher to safety. We all stood around and congratulated each other for a job well done. Capes and badges for everyone! Good work, Team Nak Rescue!
Everyone was energized and walked lighter after the Great Nak Rescue. Neal talked of making t-shirts (Team Nak Rescue, First Responders), while Jangmu replayed the video and I gave a recap of the highlights. It was not long after this proud moment that PJ welcomed us into the highly esteemed He-Man Jungle Doctors’ Club. What an honor!

Story #2: “Escape ceremonies”
The work that the medical team does for the people in these villages is very much appreciated, and the people are glad to show their gratitude. Generosity and appreciation are inherent in daily Tibetan culture, but when Doc PJ and crew comes around, they take it up a notch.
Every morning after a clinic day, we would wake up, pack our bags for the next town, eat breakfast, and participate in what PJ liked to call the “escape ceremonies.” This consisted of going to a number of houses and being offered thanks through tea, prayer scarves, food, tea, blessings and conversation, drinks, and tea. It is an honor to be treated so respectfully by such loving people, but it is also a bit of a strain on the belly and the bladder, particularly right before a day of hiking steeply up for four hours. PJ and Thiley got very creative about shortening the time these interludes would take in the mornings, choosing to go to houses the night before, split up and cover more than one house at a time, or allow one family to make us dinner and another to make us breakfast. It was a clever strategy. PJ has also learned how to be very graceful about declining further refreshments when he is full, which is something I have discovered that I struggle with, because I always found myself looking incredulously at the fresh mountain of food on my plate even after telling myself I could not eat one more bite. On one of our last days I remember looking at the full cups of Tibetan tea, coffee, beer, and soda in front of me and gravely wishing I had not eaten so much breakfast. Tibetan tea is a salty butter mixture which probably helped a great deal in getting through the hard mountain winters through the generations, and it is very popular in the area. PJ wasn’t a huge fan of it; Mipsang laughed as he told us, “He has tried many times to like it, but he cannot like it.” I found the taste pleasant, but the consistency too rich to drink much more than a few sips before feeling satisfied. Instead, I settled with the delicious milk tea made with local nak milk, but after a morning of tea ceremonies, even the most pleasant of experiences can be a burden when you have too much of it. This is a good lesson for me to remember: know your limits!

Story #3: Fellow travelers
We met a few Western trekkers along the way who hiked and talked with us for awhile.
The Langtang area is far less touristy than the Solukhumbu, but it still had its fair share of fair-skinned faces, and even one swanky café which was tourist-run! One nice couple around our age, a French girl named Celine and a Japanese guy named Keita, spent a few days sharing lodges and meals with us. We had some great talks about travel, and one particularly interesting morning chat about how travel affects family. Traveling for me has been a wonderful experience, but it has been difficult to be separated from my family for such a long time. I know that when I go home, I am going to want to spend as much time with them as I can to catch up. I also know now that I would not be happy living far away from them (like in another country, or even too many states away) for extended periods of time—it just feels like I am missing too much. It was therefore really interesting to hear the accounts of other travelers. Keita has been traveling for many years now, and he has gone as much as two years without seeing his family. When he does come back, he is happy to see them and spend time with them. Being away is an experience which makes his time at home more enjoyable. “When I go home,” he says, “nothing has changed. They are all still doing the same things they did the last time I visited. My father does not even like to vacation outside of the area surrounding his home. Only I have changed. I come home and do the same things with them that they love to do, and I can entertain them with stories of my experiences. It is fun for both of us.” Keita does not want to go back to a life in that town with his family, but he has found a balance which suits them both.
Celine has also been abroad for a long time, and she had a different story. She had been traveling away from home for a year, and she decided to come home for a few months to surprise her family. But when she got there, she said it was not the same. “They didn’t even seem to want me there,” she said. “Nobody was that excited to see me, and it was like they didn’t know how to relate to me anymore. It was very strange, and now I am not sure that I can even go back.” Being away caused her family to distance themselves from her, and she is left to continue her journey without relying on their advice and genuine support, an occurrence which I doubt she had foreseen when she first left home.
Neither Keita nor Celine plan to return to their hometowns to settle once their journeys are over. I, however, have realized in my travels just how wonderful my home really is. These are just two of many conversations we have had with others who have been far from home for a long time. The travel experience is a quick and easy way to open a lot of doors in your life, but we are discovering that it has its consequences. Relationships are hard to maintain even when the people are close by, but absence from those relationships for too long can change the dynamic in unexpected ways. Even PJ talked to us about how it is hard to find someone who wants to hear stories of his travel experiences. “Most people will give you about 3 minutes,” he says. The travel life is just so different from daily life that it can be extremely challenging to reconcile these two worlds, and people outside of those worlds have difficulty understanding the ways in which you have changed. I have not a single regret about coming on this trip (though it is going to be pretty hard to miss my sister’s college graduation), but conversations like the one with Keita and Celine make me wonder how this big trip is going to play its part in the rest of my life.

Story #4: Old and new
Nepal is a place where old and new are coming together, interacting, and creating a unique way of life. Every place has bits and pieces left over from the people who came before, and history is everywhere. We walked past an ancient Mani stone one day and Jangmu pointed out a cluster of rocks half-buried in the ground beside the trail. “This is where the lamas used to perform sky burials,” she said. A Sky Burial is an ancient Tibetan ceremony where the person who has died is chopped up into small pieces and fed to the vultures, which to me sounds like an extremely powerful and spiritually charged method of going back to the earth. This practice is becoming less and less common, however, because there aren’t any lamas in the area who are trained in the ritual. Now, it is more common for people to be cremated or buried in the hills. Sometimes people’s ashes are mixed with clay and formed into small temple-shaped figures, then placed in caves or near holy sites like gompas. We saw a few such figures near a gompa we visited, sitting there for who knows how many years, protected by the weather under a large rock. The prayer flags, another ancient tradition, are covering the hillsides and holy places, and adorning people’s homes. The fresh ones are placed alongside the faded and tattered ones, refreshing the prayers and blessings while honoring the fragments of hopes and dreams of old. Many house interiors are painted black and decorated with white tsampa flour in celebration of the New Year, and the tsampa is left to chip off slowly with time. We watched a video of a yearly festival which happens near Langtang, with people in traditional and modern dress swaying and singing in a big circle for hours and hours. People come from all over Nepal to attend. Every person knows the songs, every person moves in time to the music. The ancient life is its own thread in the grand weaving that is shaping the Nepali life, and one of the great themes is honoring the passing of time.
Another related theme is acknowledging the changing times. We walked past a woman separating grain from its husk outside her home, listening to loud Hindi music on her cell phone as she worked. Even from so far from Kathmandu, we continually heard news of the constitution-passing process and the pros and cons of the newly forming government. And we heard many stories from the old Lama family history, stories of how the land was passed down for generations and how they lost their family name in the process of applying for citizenship, stories of their yak herding days and stories of their new life in Kathmandu. Even for a family who lives steeped in the history of their ancestors every day, it is hard to hold on to the old ways, hard to remember all of the stories of their people. On our last morning in Langtang, before beginning the long walk down, we were served breakfast made by Thiley’s 92-year old mother, the last noble queen of Langtang. She honored us deeply by coming up to the house herself, a rare occurrence these days, and sitting with us for awhile. Her presence was tangible, powerful, directing the reverent focus of all in the room toward her. PJ thanked her for coming, and tears welled up in her eyes, then his. It was an indescribable moment which invoked so many emotions and feelings about the unavoidable passage of time, a moment which PJ described as “more powerful than meeting the Dalai Lama. Her life represents a transition, between what used to be and what will come.” After we began our journey down, I stopped for a moment and turned back to the house. She was standing outside facing us, looking like a tattered prayer flag and a solid Mani stone at the same time, knowing yet distant, wise but somehow lost. I wanted to go up to her and tell her everything within myself, but I had the feeling like she knew it already. I wanted to ask her everything about her life, but I also felt like I had been shown it in more ways than I yet knew. Instead, I turned around and began to walk. This is Nepal, in all of its crashing together, its weaving of fragments from all walks of life and all times, holy and irreverent, simple and complex, beautiful in its brave and unselfconscious display of its own truth. Here, mysteries are only mysteries until you truly see what is right in front of you. Here, gompas and mountains and the bare earth are all monuments to the sacred. Here, you can discover yourself and that which is far greater than you in a single, timeless moment. Whether or not I will come back to this place is something I cannot know, but that I will be forever changed from this experience is something I am certain of, and deeply grateful for.

May 12, 2012

Making the Rounds with Doc PJ in Langtang

We were lucky enough to have the opportunity to spend 2 weeks in Nepal's Langtang region, observing the medical rounds of my fathers good friend Doc PJ. It was a wonderful experience and I can't wait to blog about it, but first, here are some photos.


The all day drive to our first town



Waiting in line to see the doctors


Passing out the medicine kits


Doctor Mipsang doling out good advice


Cute baby waiting her turn


The whole crew!


Receiving a grateful blessing


Namaste, Sanu Babu!


Hiking in a cowboy hat


Mipsang taking a hiking break


Ao smiling for the camera


Tato Pani (hot water)


Medicine for everyone


A woman waiting to be seen


A shaman about to have his tooth removed


Neal's super stoked face after removing a woman's tooth by hand!


Ao and Thiley Lama


Doc PJ and two grateful Munchkins ;)


Separating the husk is hard work!


PJ and Thiley


Jangmu's winning smile!


Neal atop his majestic steed!



Hiking together


One of the many Lama family yaks


A water-run prayer wheel


The top of the mountain near Kanjim


Nak Rescue Team to the rescue!


One last view of beautiful Langtang...

May 9, 2012

Awestruck by the Mighty Himalaya:The Solukhumbu


       We knew from the beginning that any trip to Nepal must entail some trekking time if we were to get the most of our time there. We were unaware it would consist of a total of 6 weeks of trekking virtually everyday through two separate Nepali National Parks, with a total of about 115,000 feet of cumulative elevation gain and loss, and over 140 miles. 
We stayed in the Solukhumbu region for a total of 23 days, which is a lot of time to stock up on new experiences. The trek started in Lukla, went through Gokyo, over Cho-La Pass, and up to Chukkhung Ri and Island Peak Base Camp, before heading back to Lukla for a hard-earned flight back to Kathmandu. As those of you who backpack a lot must know, trekking often entails a few hours of vigorous exercise followed by making camp and then a whole lot of free time. We stayed in lodges and teahouses on this trek, which removed the need to set up and break down our camp or even cook meals, so we were left with even more time to sit around! It was good that we had thought to bring playing cards and logic puzzles, and we were both able to keep daily journals on the trek. The trek was too long to include every account, but Neal and I want to include a few memorable snippets from our journals.

Day 1: April 16th 2012
Start Lukla: 9,300’
Finish Phakding: 8,700’
Total: - 650’
3.25 hours
NEAL
Epic first day. This is where the Everest Escalator starts. The flight was definitely the scariest I’ve ever been on. I had the front row seats right behind the pilots and I could see out the front window. The turbulence was like an amusement park ride and there were times the plane seemed to be flying sideways. I was comforted, though, by the pilot's lax attitude and the fact that he always had at least one hand on the wheel. We landed on the side of the mountain and barely stopped before the wall at the end of the short runway.
SIRI
Last night, even though I went to bed late, it took me forever to fall asleep and my dreams were restless. I am a little nervous about this trek. It is a big thing. Sometimes I think of all the adventures I have already had this year and I think, that’s enough, I can go home now. Sometimes I worry about my endurance out there, with more isolation, more cultural separation, more extreme climate, and more unexpected or dangerous situations to struggle with. Sometimes I imagine the altitude, the cold, the stomach problems, the body odor…But sometimes I also envision that high, quiet, serene and sacred nature, with only the sound of the wind whipping at the prayer flags and the occasional call of the kag (raven) to disturb my silent awestruck reverie. SO, here I am! Hello, World!! 
We had a very easy ride to the airport via micro for 70 rupees, far cheaper than our 1500 rupee taxi to Godavari when we first got here. Silly tourists. The flight to Lukla (commonly referred to as the World’s Scariest Airport) caused my heart to pound hard and my stomach to drop several times, and was pretty exciting overall, especially the great views. The mountains are so huge around here, and I could just see some white peaks in the distance. We are going there! I could already feel the altitude, even though we were only around 9,300 feet in elevation. We have been away from high-altitude home for so long. We had some lunch, hiked to nearby Phakding, ate dalbhat (lentil soup and rice), and slept.
Day 2:
Phakding: 8,700’
Namche Bazaar: 11,300’
Total: 2,600’
7.5 hours
SIRI
Hike hike hike hike hike…So hard to breathe, I feel like I am moving in slow motion! This whole day was just rock stairs going up and up and up. I arrived so weak I could hardly walk the last few stair steps to our lodge.

Day 3:
Namche Bazaar acclimatization rest day
NEAL
We hiked above Namche today in search of our first glimpse of Everest. We talked about the serenity of the mountains. I told Siri about how I thought Colorado was a rebirth for me and how spending time in the mountains initiated my spiritual journey. They also changed my opinion of traveling and helped me better understand the importance of it. It opened my eyes to a new perception of life and what my reality could be. I truly love the mountains, and all their intricacies--so vast, so still and peaceful, but so powerful at the same time.
SIRI
Welcome to Disneyland! I almost lost hope and went home when I saw the menu prices and heard they only go up. Dalbhat in Kathmandu is 30-50 rupees, here it is FOUR HUNDRED?! I am beginning to wonder if the cultural part of trekking of which our outdated guidebook speaks so fondly may be lost here. Knowing this has led to some reluctance in me about being here at all, but I can’t leave so I had better suck it up. Aside from that, today was fun, hiking way, way up to try and get a glimpse of Everest (too cloudy) and further acclimatize. We met some interesting sadhus, chatted with a new guide friend, and enjoyed the beautiful views. We bought some food supplies to bring with us, and I saw a pale man in orange Spandex looking at the wares for sale and calling them bizarre. Haha.

Day 4:
Namche Bazaar: 11,300’
Mong La: 13,000’
Phartse Tenga: 11,950’
Total: 2,700’
5.75 hours
SIRI
I can feel my body and lungs getting stronger already. Today the mountains were sharp and clear and striking, the air smelled almost like snow, the trail was a gradual dirt incline unlike the Lukla-to-Namche StairMaster challenge, and life felt good. AND we met the guy who founded the Himalayan Restaurant in Durango…IN the Himalayas!! He is now a guide for luxury tours. What are the odds?? I find I am saying that pretty often these days. The man with him called it Synchronicity. You can never get away from your home. What a blessing.
I have been wearing a skirt while I hike, and we have decided to keep practicing Nepali mannerisms even if it does seem pointless in such a touristy place, and it has paid off. One old woman smiled so hard her face became three lines, bowing deep in respect, and another man gave us lots of nonverbal praise for keeping the chorten on our right even though the path was easier the other way. We arrived in Phartse and got a schweet room with huge windows facing the mountains, then sat around making faces at each other until dinner.
NEAL
Today was yet another incredible day. Yesterday's talk of letting go of our worries about our constant sticker shock and our fears of spending too much money in “Disneyland” was good. It made for a relaxing, stress free day. Before we left the village we passed a school and I yelled out “Namaste” and all the kids emphatically responded, “Namaste!” with big smiles all around, it was great. I saw Everest for the first time today. I couldn’t have expected or asked for a more beautiful day. Thank you Himalaya, Namaste.

Day 5:
Phartse Tenga: 11,950’
Dole: 13,400’
Total: 1,400’
2 hours
SIRI
GREAT hike day, not the torturous uphill slog I had feared. HAVE FAITH, WOMAN! When we arrived in town, we decided to stay at the porter house instead of the usual lodge, for a little flavor. The host couple was pleasantly surprised but very welcoming, and we got to use many of our Nepali words with them.We put our bags in the big long bed board the porters sleep on together, and went out for a bit. We hiked up the nearby mountain to see the view of both sides, officially higher than any mountains in Colorado! We took pictures, of course. Neal showed them to our hostess and she wasn’t quite as impressed as we were, probably because she goes up there every day. Haha. 
It is so amazing being higher than the top of Colorado’s highest peaks, looking out at towering white mountains the size of mountains! They look sketched by hand in rough pencil—striking gray, black and white in sharp detail framed by rolling white mashed potato clouds—it just keeps going up! Oh, life!
NEAL
Steep day, 1400’ in 2 hours. The owners of the porter house are very friendly, what a great opportunity to experience the culture. One of the older Nepali visitors talked emotionally about something and we listened as if we knew what he was saying. We found out later that one of his yaks fell down the mountain to the river below the day before. We are going to bed early tonight, PLEASE NO BUGS (in my bed or my stomach)! I’m starting to practice Nepali.

Day 6:
Dole: 13,400’
Machermo: 14,650’
Total: 1,250’
2 hours
SIRI
I really enjoyed the older couple we stayed with. They were very forgiving of our cultural faux-pas, and wished us luck on our travels and told us to come back anytime. She watched us for a long time as we walked away.

Day 7:
Machermo: 14,650’
Gokyo: 15,720’
Total: 1,070’
4 hours
SIRI
It was a beautiful, clear day today and a very nice hike along the river and a few lakes. We were two of many going to Gokyo, so it kind of felt like a train, running into the same people (particularly one boisterous silly hat crew about our age from Ireland and Denmark). Hopefully we can go with some of these people over Cho-La Pass. 
I felt the altitude more today, easily losing breath and needing lots of breaks (good thing the views were gorgeous). I also peed like 12 times, possibly due to taking Diamox, which gives me all sorts of weird side effects like tingly extremities.

Day 8
Gokyo: 15,720’
Gokyo Ri: 17,990’
Thangnak: 15,315’
Total: 4,940’
6 hours
NEAL
 “A wealthy man is above the law, a wealthy country is above morals” – Neal Girard. 
The view from the top was beyond words. We nearly hit 18,000’ today and it was the third day in a row of breaking elevation records. We ate bread crumbs and honey at the top, mmm. I crossed my first glacier today! Tonight we are breaking our dal bhat addiction and eating a veggie pizza, fries, and a veggie eggroll. I can’t wait! It’s hard to believe someone had to carry all those ingredients up here. Tomorrow… 4 AM, Cho-La Pass!
SIRI
Last night I got a bad headache and had a hard time sleeping until the early morning, so I slept in a bit. I was not looking forward to another gasping, cold, tingling, hungry day followed by an evening of watching others eat heartily, so I was a bit glum before our day hike up Gokyo Ri. On the way up we met the silly hat trio (aka Team Diamox) coming down, who told us they would be leaving a day early for Cho-La Pass, meaning TOMORROW. Neal cheerfully said hey, maybe we will skip our rest day and go, too! As we continued up I tried to focus on my breathing and not get fearful or upset. I had to stop for a minute to look out on the mountains and chill. Cho-La is a big endeavor, with a lot of unknowns and dangerous factors, and I am just not so sure I am ready for it, in my struggling state. I breathed deeply and gazed for a bit, then continued upward. We got to the top in good time, only two hours. As soon as I got up there, everything inside me was immediately silenced at the sight of such an epic view. The prayer flags, in various stages of fade, adorned the huge boulders all along the ridge. The mountains, solid but ever-changing, spoke of the inevitable passage of time. The birds, ever trusting in the invisible wind beneath their wings, swooped and dove in their exuberant celebration of the moment. A nice older man came up after us and told us that it had taken him three hours to arrive, but that he could find no words to express the spiritual beauty of such a place. He went farther along the ridge, and I heard him weeping openly with joy and awe. I was humbled and moved, and from my own rock perch, I wept with him. It was then that I shed my fear and opened up again. I felt strong. Okay, I said. We met these people for a reason, we came to this mountaintop for a reason, and we are strong enough to continue on. We will do Cho-La Pass tomorrow.
We hiked down quickly, packed our bags and cleaned the room, snarfed some food, and headed for The Glacier. We hiked two hours amid the sounds of cracking ice and falling rock—just-one-more-challenge—and finally made it to Thangnak, the last town before Cho-La. We met up with our group and ate a huge dinner to stock up for the long day tomorrow. We are here. Wow.

Day 9: 
The notorious Cho-La Pass
Thangnak: 15,315’
Chola Pass: 17,783’
Dzonglha: 15,889’
Total: 4,270’
7 hours 10 minutes
SIRI
The night before I hardly slept, of course, but we were up and ready to head out in time at 4:00am. We all ate some muesli, bundled up, put on headlamps, and headed out. Within ten minutes I felt like fainting, barfing, suffocating, and crying at the same time. My body was clearly still exhausted and I was actually afraid that I wasn’t going to make it all the way. But I did not stop, I did not cry; I smiled at the crew and kept going. I worked hard to let go of my doubt and focus only on finding my rhythm, though I found that the battle had to be re-fought every time I looked up the hill. Halfway up the steepest part of the rocky ascent, a porter gave me some good advice: “Do not look ahead, because it always looks so far and you will lose hope. Look down and take each step slowly, then look back and see how far you have come.” So I stopped trying to keep up, and got focused. It was still a precarious and exhausting climb up, but not hopeless. Neal was behind me every step of the way, strong as always, offering encouragement and advice. When I got to the top I was too exhausted to exalt much, but I was extremely grateful, and pretty amazed. This was the hardest climb I have ever done, and on the way up I remember thinking that I will never do it again. We’ll see.
We hiked down to Dzongla, got a lodge with our lovely companions, and played cards, ate, and laughed until we were all ready for bed (around 8pm). I cannot believe, after all that talk and dread and anticipation and acclimatization and preparation, that Cho-La is in the past. But of course Neal didn’t waste any time saying, “I’ll go higher before I die. And we’ll be doing climbs harder than that when we get back to Colorado, right, baby?”  Okay, Superman, I think I’ll stick with being stoked with my current accomplishments, and let that tempting future come in its own time.
NEAL
The mountains are unbeatable, this is what lures us. CHO-LA!! We missed the alarm and quickly jumped out of bed after I asked Siri what time it was and she responded, “damnit, it’s 3:42!” We quickly packed and met the rest of the crew in the dining area, discussed the day's plans, ate breakfast and began the hike with head lamps on. It was necessary to leave early in order miss the rock fall in the early afternoon. I could tell Siri was nervous, and rightfully so, I was too. We pushed on up the valley as the sun caressed the peaks behind us. We reached the base of the pass, nervous and out of breath, in about three hours. I felt like I was fighting off an asthma attack the whole climb. It was extremely steep, and full of loose rock and ice. Ten steps before cresting the saddle and catching our first view of the much anticipated other side, my favorite part of summiting, I found a beautiful piece of Aquamarine, which is common in Nepal. I reached the top completely exhausted, which resulted in a somewhat uneventful celebration. Before we started our descent across the glacier, Siri and I tied ceremonial Tibetan scarves to the prayer flags to show our respect and appreciation.

Day 10:
Dzongla: 15,889’
Dingboche: 14,250’
Total: 1,640’
4 hours
SIRI
We hiked with Team Diamox this morning, talking about careers and travel and politics and entertainment until the fork in the road where we had to go our separate ways. It was hard to part with such a fun and energizing crew, but that is a part of the travel life. Perhaps we will see them again.

Day 11: 
Dingboche rest day
SIRI
Neal just shanked someone’s left-behind oats ‘n honey bar. Oh, being poor! And some tea with rust flakes in it. Lockjaw!
There is a Swiss team of four men here planning to attempt Island Peak, and they have 40 porters! I honestly think they are there to carry all the alcohol these men have brought up with them. To each his own, I suppose.
We are reading a book about Ladakh, one of the last Tibetan Buddhist communities on Earth. I once saw a documentary about the place. It talked about what a pity it was that such a joyful and self-sufficient community had been modernized. When Ladakh and Tibet and Nepal and the ancient sacred places are gone, what will be left? What will take their place?
NEAL
Somebody was carried to the heli-pad this morning. There seem to be rescue flights everyday up here. I watched an older man throw up this morning from altitude sickness. The mountains demand respect, especially the Himalaya.

Day 12:
Dingboche: 14,250’
Chukkhung: 15,535’
Total: 1,285’
2 hours
SIRI
I am excited to leave my big bag at the lodge here and do day hikes for awhile. This valley is the most beautiful we have seen yet!

Day 13: 
Chhukhung: 15,535’
Chhukhung Ri: 18,210’
Total (up/down): 5,356’
6 hours
NEAL
I had a lot of trouble breathing last night, I barely slept at all. On the hike up Siri and I discussed balance in the relationship, this is definitely something we are still working on. The relationship is strong in many other aspects though. I really do love her, she is an amazing girl. I thought to myself on the way up that the purity of intention in the true adventurer's spirit is sometimes lost or diluted by the masses. On these pilgrimages we should strive to keep the greatest intentions at heart and learn everything we can from these opportunities and experiences. It seems it would be more meaningful to climb Everest for the challenge and the love of climbing rather than climb it to build the ego. We made it to the top even after the confidence killer by the Israelis, who turned around and told us it was too hard and that we should maybe turn around. What an amazing experience and a well earned sense of accomplishment, 18,210’. It was 4,000’ higher than I’ve ever been and we were dwarfed by Lhotse, number 4 highest, which towered 10,000’ above us. 
SIRI
Good to be hiking again—it is funny how the body starts to crave exercise when you work out all the time, even with only one day off! I loved this peak. The view was great, with Ama Dablam and Nuptse and Lhotse all looming so close to us, and the rocks got more sparkly and colorful as we ascended. Near the top, the rocks became more slippery and unstable, but we kept going slow and steady, and peaked just after noon. This was our highest peak yet—18,210 feet! What an exhilarating, proud moment. Rock on.

Day 14:
Chhukhung: 15,535’
Island Peak Base Camp: 16,900’
Total (up/down): 2,730’
7 hours
SIRI
Today was a fairly steady hike, and I enjoyed walking through the valley. “The sand is like silk,” Neal said, and it was—smooth and sparkly and soundless under our feet. Some of the rocks look like burnished gold, some clear and cracked as ice, others the dark red of rust, and even a few blue-green aquamarines! Treasure. And the views—I am running out of adequate adjectives to describe such a place. My neck is sore from gawking.
NEAL
Awe-struck by the mighty Himalaya once again. At one point we were hiking through what looked like a dry river bed with walls of piled rocks on either side. Directly in front was Lhotse's 2-mile high south face. I had to take a vertical panorama to capture its massive face. About a mile up the face disappears into the clouds and another mile above that the summit appears again. We spent some time looking out over Imja Tsho Lake from the glacial maraine above. On the east end, 300 foot high glacier walls waited patiently to take their inevitable plunge.
Day 15:
Chhukhung: 15,535’
Ama Dablam, Chhukhung Glaciers: 17,061’
Total (up/down): 3,060
5 hours
NEAL
The best valley yet. From Chhukhung village you can see the Chhukhung glacier to the South. I told the lodge owner I wanted to hike over to it and he said there weren’t any trails getting to it, but it is doable and that we would be able to see Everest from there. It turned out to be my favorite valley of the trip. After a few hours of hiking we came to the end of a really narrow ridge line that separated Ama Dablam Glacier to the west and Chhukhung Glacier to the East. We had been hiking for a few hours and I began wondering if we should head back to beat the approaching storm. As we waited and contemplated I heard a huge crash and turned to watch the biggest avalanche I’ve ever seen rip down the face of the mountain in front of us. We took it as a sign and began our descent back to the village.
SIRI
We followed some yak tracks out onto a moraine to get closer to some of the mountains we have been gazing at out our window. The soil felt kind of like the cryptobiotic soil one finds in the desert, so I tried to walk on it as little as possible and stick to the rocks. It was an uphill and windy but not strenuous hike along an exciting steep ridge. We took photos and not ten minutes later watched an avalanche on a nearby mountain, and took it as a sign to head back. We had not been back at the lodge for long when the Swiss team returned from their successful Island Peaking. They didn’t waste a minute before uncorking the Remy Martin. Another couple didn’t return until well after dark, and I could hear the woman’s gurgling coughs and gasps in the next room, all through the night—definitely altitude sickness.

Day 16:
Chukkhung: 15,535’
Pangboche: 13,075’
Total: 2,460’
4 hours
NEAL
11 days above 14,000’ with 10 days of that above 15,000’. Chhukhung is truly unforgettable.
SIRI
I can’t believe we are already starting our descent. I will miss this valley. Onward! 

Day 17:
Pangboche: 13,075’
Khumjung: 12,600’
Total: 5,137’
3 hours 15 minutes
SIRI
We began our hike down, and almost immediately hit the crowds. In our time in the high places, we had forgotten about all the PEOPLE! It was a bit overwhelming to so suddenly come upon so many tightly, brightly clad people with big cameras and heavily-laden porters, trying to squeeze past everyone else in their rush to be first in line (or at least two people ahead of the next guy). Traffic!
Many people were going the “wrong” way around the Mani stones and Neal and I tried to inform them of the custom of keeping them to one’s right, until we saw some Nepali guides actually leading their groups the wrong way, then we stopped trying. It is not our place to try and hold on to their cultural history for them, though it is hard to let go.
The air is getting warmer, the hike is easier, the goods are cheaper. The tiny, ground-hugging irises are starting to appear, and we hiked through a beautiful rhododendron forest full of ladybugs. The yaks are looking less furry and more like cows. My body feels fit and eager to keep moving, and today put my struggling at the beginning into perspective when today I watched the poor gasping saps lumbering up as I skipped lightly down.

Day 18: 
Khumjung rest day
NEAL
I found a piece of wood and a rock in my muesli this morning!! Why do we fear and react negatively to what we don’t understand? Shouldn’t we embrace the realization of ignorance and the possibility to learn and grow?
SIRI
Today we saw a yeti head and a cow eating garbage, very exciting day!

Day 19:
Khumjung: 12,600’
Monzu: 9,300’
Total: 3,300’
6 hours
SIRI
The whole town was covered in snow this morning, and everything felt fresh and clean, even the garbage dump. The air was cool and crisp. I could smell pine and wind and hear dripping snow, rustling ravens wings, and my feet upon the ground. So much energy! We arrived at Manzu and found a lovely lodge with a big veggie garden and apple orchard. We went in for an omelet and some apple pie. Yum.

Day 20 (May 5, 2012): 
Monzu rest day
NEAL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! What are the odds, both Siri’s Dad and my Dad on the same day. I went to our room after dinner and found a porter in Siri’s bed. I don’t know how he got there. I told him to leave, nothing missing, no harm done.
SIRI
Happy Birthday, Dad! Miss you.
We definitely planned more rest days than we needed on this trip. Today we wandered around the town and visited the gompas. We saw a cow eating a cardboard box, and gave him a quick lecture on how he should be eating grass, but he would have none of it. We threw the box in the trash, and he snuck back as soon as we turned around.

Day 21:
Monzu: 9,300’
Lukla: 9,350’
Total: 2,000’
4 hours
NEAL
The mountains proved it again today, Always start the day early!
SIRI
The towns are all beautiful down here, because everything is bursting into bloom. It was a good hike, though busy, until the end when it MONSOONED and HAILED on us until we were soaked through. Good thing it’s our last day!

Day 22:
Lukla

SIRI
SURPRISE! No flight for us today! We showed up to check in for our flight, and were told that we were supposed to check in yesterday for today’s flight out. The man showed me a list with all the passengers’ names and checks next to them. No checks by ours. Then he conveniently disappeared until our flight had left. Then an hour later we were told the airport was closed due to wind and might re-open around 2 to let us fly out. Then at 2 we were asked to please leave and come back tomorrow. We are scheduled for 10am tomorrow, if the airport doesn’t close again. Ah, Nepal!

Day 23: 
Kathmandu

SIRI
I’m not going to delve too deep into the details of today because it wasn’t pleasant, but, long story short, we made it out of Lukla on the 2:30 flight! Everyone on our plane cheered when the plane hit the ground. We had a remarkably easy time getting to Ama Ghar, even stopping at a nearby store to get some celebratory fruit, chocolate, and beer. The kids were glad to have us back, and asked us many questions about our trip. AND, I took a SHOWER! I feel so alive! When we got back to the apartment, Neal handed me a beer to celebrate our successful trek experience, but I was so tired I went to bed instead. Haha, c’est la vie.
NEAL
The ongoing joke was, we can’t get excited about going home until we leave the runway. We were finally on a flight after waiting for two days. We waited at the start of the runway and looked out to where it ended in space. The engine revved and we lurched forward. The place quickly gained speed, but it didn’t seem like enough and fear quickly began to creep over me as the end of the runway approached seemingly prematurely. It lifted off at the last second and the ground instantly disappeared to the river 2,000’ below. What a rush. After gathering our bags at the airport in Kathmandu we bought the next taxi out without haggling at all. On the way back to the Ama Ghar Children's Home we stopped by a store and here is our shopping list: beer, chocolate, toothpaste, coffee, hot cocoa, apples, and razors. OH SO SWEET!

Here is a final summary of our stats from this trek:
High point: 18,210’
Number of top 10 highest peaks seen. 6
Total number of miles walked: est. 90 miles
Total altitude loss and gain: est. 71,500’
Pounds of human poop discovered along side the trail: 298.7 lbs.
Estimated total pounds seen carried by porters: 150,000 lbs.
Estimated number of yaks and naks: 300
Total number of dalbhats: 45