Believe me! Having flown on a mountain plane like this, you will not get the slightest thrill from any roller-coaster ride anymore. The little house to the right is the customs.
More than half of the cabin was taken up by goods, including rice, food, clothes and God-knows-what.
Here I enjoyed the first hot meal--noodle soup--before walking up to the monastery, about 3700m above sea level.
I was supposed to stay here for a couple of days until the next plane came. What if it didn't come at all? Well, let it be.
Clouds fly by as they please. Just enjoy their visits.
One of the TOP 10 on the earth. It stands more than 8000 metres above sea level.
More than enough space for me to wander about.
Stone huts for retreats are scattered across this rocky area. They are usually left empty during the long chilly winter.
The horses raised by the monastery are indispensable to travelling or transporting goods in the remote mountains.
Amitabha! She didn't kick me off on the rides up and down to God-knows-where.
The kids were playing carrom, a popular board game with plastic/wood counters/coins. I was so impressed by it that I bought one as soon as I returned to Kathmandu, giving it to Nihwa as a present. We played together sometimes. Kids are definitely masters of games!
It was so cold outside that everybody enjoyed staying in the kitchen before going to bed. The young man squatting at the big stove was the cook. To speak fairly, he's done a great job, turning each meal into a surprise.
Humm... this is how smoked meat is made? The meat, supply for the whole snow season, was carried here all the way from Kathmandu.
Aha! Got you here! It's bedtime already.
Early in the morning, the bull couldn't wait to enjoy the meal.
keeping warm is desperately important in the long winter. Before the first snow kisses the ground, all the preparations have to be made. Large piles of firewood guarantee a safer winter. Sometimes the younger kids are forced to sleep in the kitchen due to extreme cold.
In answer to my silly question is a surprise. Admit it! This is exactly how our forefathers relieved their natural call. I didn't go that far as to take everywhere a personal loo. This corner, right behind the short stone wall, was one of my favourite "sites."
When it comes to picnic, the kids are actually veterans. They brought all the things necessary for a decent picnic from the monastery down to the field.
Look at the two brave young men! The bone-biting winds were sweeping all the time.
OK, buddies! Time for lunch!
Look at the boy squatting eating. He's really got the style.