Shangri-La? Am I here? The urge for the modern world is strong. I've now been away from it all for 2 weeks. 14 days without internet, 14 days without cars, 14 days without anything to eat but rice, lentils and potatoes, 14 days without a flushing toilet, 14 days without any kind of physical comfort. It's hard. I am trying to notice the simplicity of just being outside, the simplicity of simple discussions.
It's the same food over and over and over again. All of the food, BASICALLY EVERYTHING has to be brought up by donkeys or by the women carrying items on their heads. I haven't seen any other foreigners on this trek.
Yesterday my new Canadian friend, Hayley, and I were continuing our trek to Dhorpatan Valley and we became really lost. We decided to keep making our path around the ridge and heard a voice from the forests. We saw two little girls looking at us from a terrace above. They were like little fairy girls here to save us from the dense and dark forest. On top of that, she gave us strawberries that she picked as a snack. We visited her village for a little while and then continued. We then came across a small porter boy named Tamadu. He was about 7 and had the biggest smile in Nepal. He walked with us for 3 hours along the trail and only said about 2 words the entire time. He waited patiently for us in Muna when we stopped for 30 minutes to eat boring Muesli. It was so sweet of him to wait for us to finish and to begin walking again.
We are touching a part of Nepal that rarely sees tourism. We are walking through magical pine and rhododendron forests, rocky ridges, quaint villages and corn fields. There is a majestic beauty in the scenery that is very rare in the world now.
N.E.P.A.L. - First I thought it was Never Ending Peace And Love, now it is Never Ending Potatoes And Lentils.