Day Five: Escaping the Dark MistMorning at Lama Hotel held desperation of a fresh beginning after my dramatic escapades of your respective previous evening. You will find there's an amazingly gratefulness & joy for tiny problems in you'll be able to escaped the real substances that goes wrong.We'd alot of walking and climbing before us and were desperate to experience our first glimpse of the snow capped peaks. The trail grew more rocky now when we started climb above the tree line.Now the valley opened wide to reveal a pasture complete with Yaks. Yes, yaks affectionate looking big hairy cows. We were thin air beast and could only live comfortably around 10,000 feet.Showers has not been possible from your cramped Guest Houses without the running water, but to your surprise nature organized one considering out bank account. Around mid day we stumbled across the most perfect 15 foot water fall within an isolated spot.Kirsten determine that icy water was better then no shower the slightest bit. With all the sun in internet marketing apex it was eventually now or literally never. I stood guard, but the particular was sparely populated so deal not really a soul in site. She stripped right her natural self and screamed with shock and delight as the frigid water careened over her. It seemed to be somehow beautiful and wild, however i wasn't going to shower myself. Call me boring, but her screams and shivers were somewhat convincing. I'll just stay dirty.There were left our hiking companions Rob & Julie at Lama Hotel simply because preferred an even slow accent. I have been a sort "A" hiker and loved to charge up the trail as fast as I could truthfully walk. Then, after a little distance I acquired exhausted and would discover destination for a rest to wait for my tortoise companion Kirsten to reach you. Kirsten never stopped unwind. She just padded along at her steady pace with little steps. This balance allowed both us to be happy near the trail to walk inside our own manner. It also gave us some time alone with nature and our thoughts.Something about spending right through the day and everyday walking out in the wild rekindles your primal nature. Finally it was that the modern world had not enough space here. Only flowers, birds, and sky existed when i meandered over the ever-changing trail.On the way; there have been distinct tribal groups. About every 3-4 hours . undertake a limited amount of variety of huts that formed a sort of village but not on any map. What you previously populated mostly by Tibetans or Tamang tribal people. The different locals would greet us pleasantly using smile together with a NAMASTE folding their hands for the prayer position. That it was inspiring.I recall around one bend came several grouped a few Herdsmen moving on a brisk pace. I said Namaste simply because they passed by. Since I was walking slightly preceding Kirsten so i would always drop back to always make sure that she was safe weight training past teams of men.Also I were only available in earshot I heard it! Kirsten said: "Namaste" plus one on the Herdsmen said quietly and very shyly: "Namaste Sexy Mama." It had been an overall total surprise, simply because guys typically don't speak English ever. We laughed and laughed. I could possibly only suppose that some mischievous trekker had taught him this phrase.Our next cultural encounter was accompanied by a young Tamang boy around 12 yr old. He soon started behind as once we traversed an irrigated field near a small number of farm huts. He asked: "You want hashish?" I said "No" and walked on. He followed and asked again: "You want hashish?" "No", I said and walked on. Now the game begins. He thought I got bargaining. Naturally all trekkers want hashish. It can be unprecedented that they'll wouldn't. I need to just the bargainer.We walked. He followed. Only 500 Rupees per tola (10 grams). We ignore him. Only 200 Rupees. We ignore him. "How much you give?" he asks. Finally to exterminate him I only say an outrageously small number: "30 Rupees." "No.", he continues: "100 Rupees OK?, 50 Rupees, OK 30 Rupees.Oh my gosh God!!! May very well accidentally bought 10 grams of hashish. Oh well, what yourrrll do? More surprisingly when he opens his bag he pulls out a chunk of hash weighing about 10 pound. Chop chop swiftly together with knife he takes off a finger size piece and hands it with me. My mouth is gapping. Thing are sure different around here.We walk along narrow paths across the sparely populated valley around some small planted fields. Then once the trail evolves towards a different venue. It is step along with a far valley below and our first glimpse at snow capped mountain during the distance.It's a real wonder to enjoy these enormous mountains due to their snowy peaks. Irealised i was so exalted that my whole being became an inner smile. It opened me up inside into your simple amazing life. I felt light. The top of my head apparently lift with an AH-HA experience. It put things in prospective. Naturally, there is no problem seeing the fact remains. It's just there prior to you actually everything you should or want or could ever want. So simple.Even as we wound around the valley we passed small villages. Each had some little guest houses and around 3 PM Kirsten suggested we grab one to your night. The best you just want to hike is dependant on 4 PM, because if ever the sun goes behind the nearby mountains it's gets cold in addition a thick mist stand up to shroud everything.At this topic, we got alittle heated debate. I want to to chance making it to atiny low Tibetan Temple marked on our map. Kirsten wanted quit at the outset of on the list of villages have fun in the Himalayas inside a slower pace. An assertion insued my partner and i stormed ahead to the trail walking off my anger.My anger channeled in to a vigorous pace that got me in the direction of remote guesthouse nearby the Temple in record time, but I to make dusk and my companion had been a considerable way down the mountain.Ut-Oh, suddenly the argument had turned into an unsafe situation. Given that the twilight mist is floating inside the valley I had worried. Song would be very dark soon. I ask a Tibetan woman who showed up the path if she'd seen Kirsten. She understood my concern. I could see in their eyes a compassionate sympathy, but she spoke no english. She could spot nothingAgainst my better judgment, I left my backpack with strangers around the guesthouse and catapulted down the trail. Dusk was very close plus i ran like I've never run before. I had become lightning. Irealised i was a deer or an antelope bouncing from rock to rock. I believed i was racing against time. My heart pounded with my chest. The sunlight got dimmer. The mist was coming.A pair miles on the bank I looked for Kirsten somewhat paralyzed and cationic up and down the trail leaning when using an embankment. She'd another panic attack with dark approaching as well as empty trail. I did not sufficient to feel guilty or apologize. I just now build her backpack and grab her hand to return to the lodge.Almost during a dream I towed her during the winding trail at the half light. She was breathing unsteadily. The altitude was difficult for both us. We stumbled and ran as best you can easily. The fatigue was overcome via the fear. If darkness came we have seen be absolutely lost. The cool damp mist had been surrounding us and obscuring the trail ahead.We managed to get. Through the dimmest of lights we come to our shelter. Mist throughout now. We could barely visit the path we got just arrived from.Whew. We sat down wheezing and traumatized elizabeth small wood table within the guest house. That desperate run through the thin air had fixed around. Finally it was difficult to breathe.Our kind Tibetan host brought us looking for hot tea among the warm hearth. The Tibetan woman within your guesthouse sensing the content need begun to brush Kristen's hair. She then oiled her hair with yak butter and braided it.This had been a pleasant domestic activity that both calmed down into the quite Himalayan evening. The Tibetan host started some Dhal Bhat for supper so we relaxed safely and luxury.Later, our host became quite animated with the offering to a can of peaches. He previously apparently saved it to many trekkers, but it surely was pricey. About 50 Rupees (75 cents). Expensive by local standards. So, he had never open it when his family.He am thinking about this little can i told her i would spend on some. They did not have a very can opener, i really offered my knife. He didn't frequently quite attract the knife opener an broke off the end of my blade. Well i guess, area of the advenuture Just maybe. I retrieve the knife and proceeded to look at it using the other blade opener.Mmmmmm,..... not! Those were the worst peaches That i have ever eaten, however not for your Tibetan host. They relished their portion as providing find delicacy. Oh well, friendly to them.Next, our host was showing us a few of the fine improvements he previously made to the lodge. I didnrrrt quite own it primarily. Their was actually a plastic bread wrapper since the one window. How is that that otherwise of the question is usually open?We had arrived on the pretty high altitude now and our host offered us a thick yak wool comforter to be the surface of our thin sleeping bags. I looked around merely saw one comforter, so i refused taking it. No I said, it's best to preserve it to one's family. Then with his or her broken english and sign language, he convinced us them to didn't demand it. They can sleep together next to the adobe hearth which has been quite toasty. OK, how could I refuse. We had arrived already freezing while the night had only begun.Right out of the icy Himalayan wind begun to howl because it penetrated the wood and stone hut were we stayed. Snuggling in the yak wool and our sleeping bags the evening faded into silence.