Advertisement
Published: December 6th 2012
Edit Blog Post
I woke early and went for a stroll around the village. It was a crisp and cold morning, with low cloud still covering the village. A woman herded a small group of Yaks through the village. A buddhist was out walking to the prayer flags on the hill. A small yellow tent had appeared since the day we arrived, probably full of more hardy trekkers than I. It was cold enough sleeping in a lodge let alone a tent. Madness.
Advertisement
Tot: 0.101s; Tpl: 0.01s; cc: 6; qc: 45; dbt: 0.0488s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 2;
; mem: 1.1mb