Our buddy the porter

This man stopped Heather and I on our way up to Sarangkot. He struck up a casual conversation, and eventually asked us to his house. He was a trekking porter (and occassional guide) and had recently received several packages and a letter from a former customer of his. He asked us to read the letter to him, as his spoken English was far beyond his ability to read or write. We then helped him write a letter of thanks his former client, and sipped home made chia (prepared with buffalo milk) as he described his life in the village and the birth of this three children (for which he had to carry his wife for three hours down a mountain in a basket to the nearest hospital).