After lunch on the trail I left the stop and continued up the path. The forest is thick and the ascent isn’t too taxing. I’ve been at it for an hour and haven’t seen a single soul. Waiting for the porters, Lance, and Dorge to catch up to me.
Maybe I’ve taken the wrong trail, except I see the bootprints of trekkers. The Sherpas are either in flip flops or barefooted. I had bought our crew sneakers, but they attached them to the loads, wanting to save them for sale back home. I don’t understand a word, but they are carrying heavy packs smoking cigarettes and joking all the time. A cheerful crew.
It’s forty-four kilometers to the Glacier. Thirty miles. We could probably make it in a day on flat grown, but Dorge said the trek will get much steeper tomorrow and no one is in a rush. I like this pace fine.
I wish my camera wasn’t broken.
Altitude – 2100 meters