This is a bit of the conversation I had with the donation collector
at the tengboche monastry this morning,..
He said
Tell me what you know?
I said
The sparrow ate from my hand at kalapatar
A yak looked ne in the eye
He said
So now you know
I said
Tell me the difference between the yak and the sparrow
He said
now you know
I replied
As do you ringpoche
As I left the temple
the ponies
were being let out of their stable,
one sniffed my outstretched arm and hesitated
for a moment in time,
I could see sagarmarta and ama dablam
and a blanket of fog covered the valley below
It is early Friday and the Namche bazaar is stirring stirring to life, the trinkets and the sellers call
Today we descend further to Phadhking,
it is the amount of walking down
that makes you realise the amount u went up.
Breakfast is scramble oggs on chappartti
Yesterday
I meet an Englishman called Allan who lives in the scottish highlands.
His surname is a a palindrome i think.
He too had seen the tengboche cloud blanket
He too was lost for words
We talked about the indescribability of the Himala
He had a soft accent and a lovely sweater without any visible namebrand
I think the Himala had him
I think it has us all
It is just when you get here that you find out.
I had a dream
Marknapassang
