We started our last morning in Thame with a leisurely breakfast and then hiked up the northern ridge to a monastery overlooking the town. There is an old Stupa nearly the entryway to the monastery, as well as a very long Mani stone wall. We saw student monks, perhaps elementary school age, on the monastery grounds and also found a tea house up there. This would probably be a cool place to stay in the future. We returned to Thame for lunch to the sound of several monks chanting and praying in our tea house. They were using drums and other instruments, and we caught a glimpse of them on our way up to our room. They were wearing traditional red and orange robes, 10-15 of them, huddled in a room just below ours. They were still chanting and praying a couple of hours later when we left Thame to make way for Namche.
The path from Thame to Namche Bazaar is pleasant, rolling, and relatively short. Just outside of Thame we crossed the river on a steel suspension bridge, overlooking a narrow chute in the rock worn smooth by the rushing white water. Shortly thereafter we ran into an "introverted" trekker from the states. He joined us for a few miles and despite considering himself introverted, was quite chatty, and in fact was a biomedical engineer. He had studied at University of Washington and will matriculate in the graduate BME program at Columbia in the fall. Small world. He had taken a non-traditional career path having started a small company around a novel electrooptical diagnostic technology before heading back to school. Interesting dude.
The approach to Namche was quite beautiful...we had overwhelming views of the valley below us and became fully immersed in a tree-dense forest. We descended upon Namche from the Northwest and passed by the town's helipad and a field of newly-painted Mani stones. Upon returning to Namche, we found the Khumbu lodge - where we had agreed to meet Chris & Penny - set down our things (in another place occupied, at one time, by Jimmy Carter), and found the pizza joint and bakery for some snacks and a beer. We no sooner started digging into our lunch when Hillary heard Chris and Penny's voices passing by the patio. We flagged them down and made our plans for dinner at the Lodge. We spent some time shopping for gifts and souvenirs and reorienting ourselves with Namche before re-uniting with the Hills for dinner.
The reunion dinner was superb...we splurged on a couple bottles of red wine and partook in the Yak steaks that were available. Perhaps most striking, though, was the tomato salad. We ended up ordering 3 of these appetizers which were incredibly simple yet so welcome to the taste buds. Fresh fruit/veggies! The tomatoes were simply sliced, salted and doused with vinagarette. We proceeded to order several of these plates the following night as well. All around us in the Lodge dining room were Everest climbers recounting their experiences on the mountain and celebrating their summits.
Later that night we visited Namche's Irish Pub, complete with snooker and foosball tables. Sadly, they were out of Guinness, so the Chris's opted for a "local whiskey" that just could've substituted for airplane fuel. Somehow over the course of conversation we arrived at a proposal to compete as couples in a fancy dress (re: costumes) contest. The losers would be buying dinner and a round of drinks. Game on! The competition was tentatively scheduled for our arrival in Lukla in a few days. Given the previous days' treks and the 10pm curfew at the Lodge (they lock the front doors at that point) we retired relatively early and sleep found us quickly. Nevertheless, we were all awoken by the sounds of drunken climbers pounding on the front doors sometime after midnight. A healthy monsoon rain had set in so they were certainly anxious for shelter. Drunk and wet, they were rowdy for over an hour, keeping us up, until someone mercifully opened the doors for them.
View of Thame from the ridge leading to the Monastery:
The path from Thame to Namche Bazaar is pleasant, rolling, and relatively short. Just outside of Thame we crossed the river on a steel suspension bridge, overlooking a narrow chute in the rock worn smooth by the rushing white water. Shortly thereafter we ran into an "introverted" trekker from the states. He joined us for a few miles and despite considering himself introverted, was quite chatty, and in fact was a biomedical engineer. He had studied at University of Washington and will matriculate in the graduate BME program at Columbia in the fall. Small world. He had taken a non-traditional career path having started a small company around a novel electrooptical diagnostic technology before heading back to school. Interesting dude.
The approach to Namche was quite beautiful...we had overwhelming views of the valley below us and became fully immersed in a tree-dense forest. We descended upon Namche from the Northwest and passed by the town's helipad and a field of newly-painted Mani stones. Upon returning to Namche, we found the Khumbu lodge - where we had agreed to meet Chris & Penny - set down our things (in another place occupied, at one time, by Jimmy Carter), and found the pizza joint and bakery for some snacks and a beer. We no sooner started digging into our lunch when Hillary heard Chris and Penny's voices passing by the patio. We flagged them down and made our plans for dinner at the Lodge. We spent some time shopping for gifts and souvenirs and reorienting ourselves with Namche before re-uniting with the Hills for dinner.
The reunion dinner was superb...we splurged on a couple bottles of red wine and partook in the Yak steaks that were available. Perhaps most striking, though, was the tomato salad. We ended up ordering 3 of these appetizers which were incredibly simple yet so welcome to the taste buds. Fresh fruit/veggies! The tomatoes were simply sliced, salted and doused with vinagarette. We proceeded to order several of these plates the following night as well. All around us in the Lodge dining room were Everest climbers recounting their experiences on the mountain and celebrating their summits.
Later that night we visited Namche's Irish Pub, complete with snooker and foosball tables. Sadly, they were out of Guinness, so the Chris's opted for a "local whiskey" that just could've substituted for airplane fuel. Somehow over the course of conversation we arrived at a proposal to compete as couples in a fancy dress (re: costumes) contest. The losers would be buying dinner and a round of drinks. Game on! The competition was tentatively scheduled for our arrival in Lukla in a few days. Given the previous days' treks and the 10pm curfew at the Lodge (they lock the front doors at that point) we retired relatively early and sleep found us quickly. Nevertheless, we were all awoken by the sounds of drunken climbers pounding on the front doors sometime after midnight. A healthy monsoon rain had set in so they were certainly anxious for shelter. Drunk and wet, they were rowdy for over an hour, keeping us up, until someone mercifully opened the doors for them.
View of Thame from the ridge leading to the Monastery:
River crossing just outside of Thame, with beautiful paintings on the water-worn walls of rock:
Another Jimmy Carter favorite...the Khumbu Lodge in Namche Bazaar: