Holy Himalaya Hotel Kathmandu

... sano, calma un poco las aguas y se eliminan presiones; simplemente uno se siente más libre. En mi caso (Ezequiel), la culpa surgía inconscientemente al enfrentarme con la realidad de que mi vida no estaba alineada con mis sueños. Por eso tenía el deseo de que el tiempo transcurriera lo más lento posible, para sentir que todavía quedaban esperanzas para orientar el rumbo. Ahí estaba el conflicto, en saber que no podía detener el tiempo y que se me estaba escapando. Disculpen que me ...

... matters at all. Enough was enough and I decided to turn back - an hour from EBC, but I knew I had to get all the way back down and did not want to risk it for - well nothing very spectacular. Kirsty battled on and made it, perhaps the most unenjoyable walk she has ever done and the coldest both of us have ever been. I was a little dissapointted I hadn't quite made it until we read that the 52 expedition had used Gorak Shep as their base ...

... threw his arms around my shoulders and we thumped each other on the back until we were almost breathless.
Did they conquer nature? Themselves? Limitations? Or is there more to a quest? After three and a half plates of Dal Bhat, I hunker off to the dorm bed, completely fatigued. Tomorrow we will climb Kala Pattar and watch the sun set on Everest. Maybe then I'll have an answer.
Day 18 (Kala Pattar)
"That's Kala Pattar ...

... cute *nd old Nep*lese c*b driver on my w*y to Boudh*n*th. He t*ught me to count in Nep*li *nd then (I think) w*s telling me his entire c*reer. I didn't m*ke much sense of it, but I've gotten very good *t pretending I underst*nd people. Krishn*, the c*b driver, told me he would serve *s my ch*ufeur for the d*y. I *greed *s we settled on * very good price. I go into Boudh*n*th *nd Krishn* told me he would be w*iting for me. Boudh ...

... was doing a myles horttor dance off with some guy (if anyone has seen myles do ths u understand clearly he is a god at this and the champ but i did him proud.)
The English guys would sing and go crazy too so the one hot french girl thought we were crazy but supposedly the guy we saw sing is a local legend in thailand and he rarely performs so it was awesome and were more into the concert than here hey she was french anyways so whatever.



we ...

... bathing, washing clothes, worshipping in the river and cremating family members at the buring ghats - at the end though we felt a little odd about the whole thing, like we may have pryed a little too much into other people's lives. We feel lucky to have seen these things though.

Our time in India was nearing an end as we made our way to Varanasi airport (in a white ambassador). We looked forward to the ease of flying an hour to ...

... for 80p. It shows everything I need and fits neatly into my pocket. I also managed to find a current edition "Rough Guide to Nepal" for around £8 but I am going to go back for that later. I think that will be helpful when I get more ambitious and decide to find my way to the main attractions that are located outside of Thamel.

The journey was fairly unremarkable apart from the fuss that was made at Delhi airport!! As we left the plane everyone ...

... honour of each, its blood being smeared over the front of the plane. And then, all of a sudden, goat is on every menu.

After our pleasant interlude in Ghandruk we set off the next morning on the final leg of our walk back to Naya Pul. We knew that it was downhill and along the flat all the way so we had a leisurely breakfast before setting off. We walked down a broad valley through several other Gurung villages before winding up down at river level. The sun was beating down ...