Dolpo, Nepal
May 6th 2007 Scoundrels in the Sky ‘What’s going on?’ were the only words coming out my splitting headache. ‘…Looks like the donkey man flew last night’ ‘What do you mean… flew?’ ‘He just left. The Sirdar paid him in advance. We are stranded here, unless, of course, you are willing to carry the loads’ It was all very confusing. I was hammered by a hangover but I had not touched a d
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