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.
Good morning. Nice pics. You're starting to appear like the Aussie from Globetrekker. Have a great day. dAD
ReplyDeleteYour calves must look amazing! How do they feel?
ReplyDeleteAmy, do you want to feel his calves? weird...hahha!
ReplyDeleteWith your flight to Lukla, I can picture you checking your heart rate on your neck like you do when you get nervous about something...poor baby.
ReplyDeleteNo, I think I will leave that up to you...on second thought..kidding.
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