We stop for tea in the mornings, and on this occasion, we left most of our stuff on the rooftop of the teahouse and hiked down to the hot springs. Extra walking seemed like an ordeal, but the treat of the springs was so incredible.
We spread out this day while trekking, and I am left alone with my thoughts and the sounds and smells of nature. There is the spectacular river, the Modi Khola, which has a lot of vibrant energy. Prior to this, I thought the Great River in Yellowstone was the most impressive. This river surpasses that due to its clear color, a light blue/green, lovely waterfalls tumbling down, and a variety of bridges to help us traverse.
A striking discovery is walking up on huge marijuana plants. One was drying in the sun; ww roll its buds through our fingers and smelled great. There are other pungent plants, the sources of incense and herbs.
Fishtail breaks through the clouds and is a majestic sight to behold. Locals play full-court basketball on one of the multi levels of Chomrong, their laughter wafting up the hill. After dark, as arranged by our guide, a group of locals come up to dance and play music. Our porters slide right into the group, boldly flirting with the dancing girls and joining in the drumming.
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