Chame we Chame we Chame we Chame.
On the road to Thorung La by foot, sleeping in tea houses and eating copious quantities of DaalBaat, a chance town in Manang called Cahmehappens to have 256k internet. A botched Rare Earth iron on attempt left me with a large hole in my REI wicking shirt. A helpful tailor quickly fixed me up with a dope North Face logo right quick!
There is majesty here. Some would call ‘the resplendent’.
Wake at dawn, hours along the stream beds, cataracts abound, the Marshyangdi Nadi accepting all life water. Fields of mugwort, mint and ripening cannabis, bamboo bridges, overdriven chanting from the Gumpa, through a loudspeaker, at dawn, Manaslu steals through the pink sky.
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