Donald's sleeping bag is soaked, as are his spirits. We stay in a bamboo-roofed lodge that night. Walking through Narbugaon. Gardens envelope this picturesque Sherpa village. Our assistant guide Pemba is from here and his wife had just had just given birth to a baby boy.
Houses tend to be smoky because they usually lack chimneys.
This weaver is enjoying the fresh air outdoors in Narbugaon. The nearest well-stocked shop is several days away and the mountain people have little cash, so they produce most of their necessities. Subha, perhaps with too much chang and in too much of a hurry, takes a bad fall coming down a steep hillside. The two Pembas were too far ahead to hear his cries. The battered Subha, dazed and bleeding from a gash below his right eye, spends a frigid night under the stars alone.