Before the rain

At first, it was kind of relaxing - the incessant drumming of Seattle-style rain on the aluminum roof of of our guest house in Namche Bazaar at an elevation of 3,440 meters. Then, there was a different dripping... Much closer. Yup, it was dripping onto the foot of my bed. Damn.

No fault of the guest house or the roof though. After all, it was raining for 24 hours already and wouldn't stop for another 36 hours. On the way back, I rediscovered the joy of ponchos. But enough words. Here's some photos from before the rains.


 Every restaurant / bar / guest house is well stocked with that most fortifying of beverages, beer.

Starting off from Lukla. 

Some friends we made from Bangladesh, our guide Tapan, and my dad. 

Large prayer wheels. Spin for good luck. 

All food, beverages and supplies are taken up on foot. Sometimes, naps are a necessity. 

Glamping. Glad to not be in a tent during the rains. 

Our chef at a brand new lodge, The Beyul. He once cooked for Mick Jagger. 

Old and new. Drying beans next to a satellite dish. 

Small farmers market. 

Trail checkpost. 

The rains began. 

One of the many, many bridges we crossed.