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Published: August 6th 2007
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One hundred yards out of the garage the bus shuddered to a halt. “Besi Saha! Besi Saha!”, cried the two lads hanging out from the doorway at the side of the bus, alerting potential passengers to the destination of the bus. Noone got on and the bus accelerated at just above snail pace, creaking and groaning over the pot holes in the road.
“Now we’re on our way!”, I thought, prematurely....
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chris d
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Now that's what I'm talkin about...Chamon..
Great memories mate...I remember Pisang and Kagbeni very well....also the walk through pass with the vegetation and trees....didn't see any photos of the base camp though? maybe you wen through a different area? I remember staying there and have all the mountains surrounding area, especially Macha Pichu or Pichar...can't remember which one it was... Anyway fella, thanks for sending this to me :) Take care and keep it locked! Chris