The plane to Lukla. Where we start walking. 16 seater. Nice.
Air drying our shirts.
A monestary. Doors are short in order to keep ghosts out. (they believe ghosts can't duck)-totally true
And then she saw I had a camera...
Maya. Adopted by some tea house owners.
Steep. Steep. Steep.
A typical tea house dining hall.
Morning tea with the moutains in Namche.
That's me, on top of the rock.