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On this breezy October morn, I walk
in the swift shadows of cloud-cursing rooks,
watching the world wake on the horizon.
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
Those who know me better know that I'm in Nepal. Yesterday with a group of five friends, we hired a jeep to head into the hills down from the Everest area. (It was more comfortable than the public shared jeep and only marginally more expensive).
Last night was spent in a typical little rustic lodge in the small market 'town' of Nele Bazaar (a village by any other standards). Today is market day, so people will be streaming in from miles around. We will be trekking out towards the village nearby where there are a couple of schools that we want to visit.
Rural Nepal in this area still hasn't changed much - except of course, the coming of mobile phones and internet reception!
Hang in here if you're interested in following our adventures in this poor and very undevelooed corner of the Himalayas!