|Notice the folks on the trail?|
|Grinding millet the old fashioned way|
Ram was bit concerned with my pace in light of the altitude, hovering between 3000 to 4000 meters (9900 to 13200 ft) for much of the way. It is nothing to shake a stick at but we were not exactly in the heart of the Himalayas. I explained that I had been at altitude before and felt pretty good. So I trudged on ahead. That is not to say I did not feel the height. On the contrary, towards the beginning my heart was behaving in a way I prefer it not to, causing me to slow down, but for the most part I felt great. I think the background and scenery acted a bit like a stimulant in some sense.
I’ve read that there used to be large forests in the Kingdom of Lo but it was all carried away long ago for firewood. The trees that do exist are mostly poplars planted within the confines of stone walls by the citizens. I am told poplar grows quickly and is an adequate source of firewood.