Flat trail

We walked along the last stretch of windy, rocky valley, thankfully. After lunch, the terrain finally got interesting, with lots of green forested hills. And, of course, huge snow-capped mountains.

I’ve resigned myself to the desire to get back to civilization. We’ve been walking for a long time, and it will be nice to get a change of routine. And to check email.

Our hotel had a chicken steak special we were interested in. Mike asked to see the chicken, to make sure it was fresh. So the guy took us out back, and gestured to all the chickens wandering around. It looks like it will be fresh! We placed four orders, then watched the guy pick out a big rooster, and carry him to the makeshift chopping block. Unfortunately for the chicken, his knife was dull, so he had to give him a few poorly-placed wacks. It was more of a bludgeoning than a decapitation. It turned out pretty good, though.

We ordered the apple crumble, which I was enjoying until Mike pointed out the mold on the crust. This confirmed my worst fears about baked goods sitting out too long. I may have to truely rough it from now on, and make due with Mars bars, Cadburys, and Mentos. Life in the Himalayas is not easy.