Resting in Dingboche – I’m Busy Doing Nothing

Thanks Bing. I got up earlier than I anticipated. Your long awaited loaf in bed rarely contains the essential element of sleep. If you wake up around 5.30 am often enough then it’s going to stick. It did.

Rather than do something useful I chose to go to the common room, get plugged into the Wi-Fi and work on my overdue blogs. Breakfast intervened, then lunch, then dinner.

However I didn’t completely spend my time blogging, as noble a pursuit as it may be. I went round with Nir to wash mine and Danny’s clobber. We had a laugh with the lass who was there ahead of us. Such pleasant folk.

Nir was a much more athletic clothes washer than I was. Water, soap, podging, rinsing. And repeat. And repeat. Interspersed with harsh brushing on a smooth rocky surface.

Then we hung it up as the clouds broke for a while.

Then back to blogging.

Because I’m so precise in my use of language it takes me a long time to blog. Oooh! Precise in your use of language are you? Turd!

See what I did there? I built an anticipation of clever and targeted wordmongery. Then I let it down with a drop. A warm and steaming drop in this environment.

We laid out the wet clothes on a south facing bank and hoped for the best. On the same bank was my power pack and Dan’s solar powered charger. It worked a treat.

Then I had a shower.

You can imagine how Emmeline Pankhurst felt in 1918 with the Representation of the People Act, which effectively brought about Universal Suffrage that she had been fighting so long to achieve. That’s how I felt when, after all these days, I got a dribble of warm water dropping on my back and a small block of soap in and out of my lower and upper crevices. The relief was tangible.

This is a view further up the valley from our place. It looks like South Yorkshire in the sixties with coal tips and smoke from the steelworks. It isn’t anything like that but it resonates in me.

Back to the guest house garden, it doesn’t even take full sunlight to boil this solar powered kettle.

Getting towards evening meal the attractions of the common room tuck shop were tempting me towards the pleasure of San Miguel.

And the trekkers started playing cards. A couple of hours of eating, drinking and blogging and my day was done.

Night night.