The passing clouds obscure the 6000-meter snow-tipped peaks towering over the Langtang Valley, but the 500-meter ragged summits cut through the mist. The tea house serves a good cup of yak butter tea. I'm not liking the salty brew, but it does provide warmth and nourishment. Dorzee our guide is inside the teahouse speaking with a female Sherpa guide and an Austrian woman fluent in Tuchin in Tibetan. I can only speak English, French, and German. I learned a little Bahasa Indonesian in Biak, Bali, and Sumatra. No Thai, Sherpa or Nepali.
Dorzee has been kind enough to translate for us.
He emerges from the tea house and bids good-bye, "Chag-po nang."
We proceed up the steep trail passing head-high prayer walls.
Garz-bo is steep in Tibetan.
I'm sure like the Eskimos they have other words for steep.
I have three.
Steep, very steep, and very fucking steep.
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