A moment between Kalopani and Tatopani
were trekking through the world's deepest gorge, as measured
from the peaks of the forested mountains on either side down
to the river in between. And we did have to cross the river
in places, on bridges. One we barely made it across before
a herd of sheep arrived to cross.
a break and sat with our backs to the mountain we were on,
looking across the river at the mountain opposite. There were
eagles soaring on thermals, beautiful birds with beige feathers
on the tops of their wings and black on the bottom. We watched
them for a long time, soaring effortlessly. Such a contrast
to our difficult day of climbing and descending.
of course, we passed through little settlements and there
were interesting sights and faces. A woman nursing her child
and brushing its hair at the same time. Beside a house, a
little still about the size of a beer keg, where they were
making millet liquor. People pounding millet with a stick
to dislodge the grains.
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