Sea of Himalayan Mountains, through propeller...
What used to be a blog about experiencing the places and cultures of the world has morphed into one of living in my adopted home of Wyoming.
Monday, October 10, 2005
After returning to Kathmandu, I just had to take an Everest Mountain Flight. I won't ever see that on foot (at least not until I receive bionic knees), so this was the next best thing. I will just post a bunch of mountain photos here and make separate entries for the shots of the big mack daddy, Mount Everest.
Here is an interesting fishing methodology. You get two long metal poles and wire them up to the car battery strapped to your back in a wicker basket. You have to make sure to stand on dry land but a wet friend can help you position the poles correctly. You have a few friends behind you with nets ready to catch the windfall, because you're fishing by electrocution.
This is a photo of a grass monkey that Bhim made during a rest break along the trail. All along the way, Bhim would pick a few seeds, leaves, stems, or berries for me to smell, taste, or crush to realize, city idiot that I am, what coffee, pepper, licorice, and vegetable dyes look like before I see them in stores.
I think this is my favorite waterfall site. This was a hugely loudly gushing flow of water, but I think it is drowned out (as are many of the images) by the immensity of the landscape's scale. Ironically, Nepalis are very humble about their landscape features. For example, this was routinely referred to as a "rivulet". The very large landscapes we were walking over were called hills, at over 10,000 feet. Nepalis may consider calling that high-ish altitude, or for tourists, requiring aclimitization (meanwhile they are hopping and skipping over the stairs that line these hills). At 15,000 feet, a spot might be high enough to be called a base camp for the beginning real trek to a real mountain. They're funny like that.
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