Until yesterday, our trek had us
walking eastward, ascending and descending the ridges and river valleys that
all run north-south. Yesterday we turned
northward and began a more or less steady ascent. Today we stopped for a snack at Dilli's
parents’ house and met his mother, brother, sister and her two children. His father was off trekking with
clients. Dilli unloaded the math books
that he had been carrying for his 16-year-old brother. We followed Tanka’s lead and bought packages
of noodle soup and cheese crackers at the little village store to give as a
gift for Dilli’s family.
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| Dzopkios |
We have now reached the point in
the trail where the masses of trekkers who have flown in to Lukla join up with
us. Being among the relative hordes of
people now is a letdown, an unwelcome change.
It is hard not to feel a bit superior to these fellow travelers, having
walked in rather than flown; hard not to feel as though we earned being here
and they are crashing our party.
We came upon our
first dzopkio trains carrying large loads of provisions for all the travelers.
Generally the trail is narrow enough that you have to scramble to the high side
and wait for them to pass, looking for the right moment to make a break and get
ahead of them.
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