The reverberating sound of the singing bowls signals the start of our day. I reluctantly leave the warmth of my sleeping bag and stumble to the door, receiving gratefully from our porters cups of hot ginger tea.
After we've washed up we head for a morning yoga session outdoors. The view is just unbelievable. I would practise yoga everyday if I could do it in this environment hahaha. #excuses
The owner of this teahouse, Dipak, is one crazy guy. We're hooting with laughter while he orchestrates photoshoots for us with props like baskets and scythes. Bijuli, the dog (whose name means "electricity" in Nepali), watches our antics without any discernible expression on her face. "Bijuli is pregnant," Dipak explains. "Naughty dog." Hahaha.
I arrive at our first break point an hour later, wheezing. If words were edible I would be forced to swallow them. It's winter so the temperature's in the high teens, but I'm glad I wore a t-shirt today because boy is the sun intense this high up. On the bright side (har har) we meet a pony blinking sleepily under the shade of trees.
I don't have the healthiest dietary habits but regular-sized candy bars are things I generally wouldn't eat. To hell with that now; I need an incentive to keep climbing. I stop to buy a Mars bar and devour the thing on the spot, then continue panting my way up.
There're plenty of these provision shops along the way and they sell basic necessities like bottled water, toilet paper, along with Mars, Snickers and Twix bars. Note that prices increase as you head higher up - the price per candy bar can vary from USD1 to USD2.
The houses here are painted in the most vibrant shades of blue and orange. They look lovely against the sky.
My mood for photo-taking returns as the steps get less steep. Even without considering the landscape the houses here are truly beautiful. Check out the stone masonry on that abandoned house. It's all the more impressive seeing as how settlers here have to make do with the limited resources they have, occasionally relying on supplies delivered by mules.
There're 3 Chinese guys heading my way and from their accents it's obvious they're Singaporean. Never happier to hear that accent than when I'm abroad. We exchange friendly greetings and continue on our separate paths.
I see our teahouse in the distance! That's my cue to slow down and take a selfie with the lush greenery.
Spent a relaxing afternoon by the fire in the teahouse and then it's yoga nidra before sitting down to dinner. There's a guy from Switzerland who's travelling by himself, so we invite him to join us for dinner. I think I'm scaring him by asking intrusive questions and offering unsolicited girl advice. Oops.