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As cold light crept through my curtains, I shut my eyes tighter. Not yet. At least I’m getting used to the time change. I crawled out of my sleeping bag, where it stayed, steaming like a Hot Lunch. Cold today. Motivating myself, I packed up my bag and backpack, and waited for Damian to get me. I’m not sure if he could’ve taken longer. More bakery this morning, and more computer. Gene got a head start on the rest of us, by about an hour and a half. We left Namche, nearly running. We sped through villages, the Sherpa’s yelling for us to slow down. All day, we had been passing yak trains. But real yaks this time. Real yaks cannot go below a certain elevation, about the same as Namche’s. These guys are huge. Their bushy fur poofs out like an oversized cotton ball, with long twisted pointy horns coming off of the head. Now, at the base of another “Hill”, we find Eugene, chilling with some yaks. Here Damian and I decided to eat before the climb, so at a small shed-restaurant, I ordered the cheapest food, plain rice. Hoping not to get “plugged”, I downed it all before the big up. I hope this blog isn’t all too confusing. Anyways, up the hill. Damian and I thought it would be nice to get a little upper body workout on the way. Using rocks, we did multiple exercises, giving a similar workout as bouldering. Now I can hardly hold my pen. Finally, we reached the top of the hill, Themboche. Here there is a monastery, and we were able to witness a ceremony. The monastery was beautiful, everything intricately painted, tiny pictures painted all over the walls and ceiling. I wouldn’t want the task of being painter. About 30 minutes later we arrived in Deboche, our stop for the night.
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