10.9.2012
In a day
I’ll be quick to forget I reached the guesthouse just as the rain began to fall
and fall it does with lots of lightening. The first time it has
rained in a week or so. We all hoped, or
at least I did, that the rain was finished, look it’s October. Funny, now, as it pours outside, I remember
rain in October on the other side of the world.
That kind of rain I wasn’t crazy about being stuck in either.
But the
sunrise was worthy. The best part of the
day.
After
parting from Balarum at the second taxi park I walked up Moti’s Way with
Krishna, the temple keeper, who was carrying bags belonging to a biker’s group
that included a man I talked to who told me on the way up they had just
returned from Upper Mustang on bike. I
don’t know who carries all this luggage when they’re biking but as it turns out
they’re in rooms 1-5!
I should go
up.
As for the
day, let me simply say…
Here’s the
best part of the day.
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