This morning, we realized once again how lucky we were on our trek : at breakfast, our French friends envy our breakfast. Yeah, it’s true we’ve been used to it by now : in addition to our orders, Dinesh brings us every day a plate with nuts and cheese and an other plate with apple and pomegranate and now that we think about it, it was never on the menu, they are preparing it just for us.

On the road again, on the way to Deurali. Leaving the little town of Bamboo, we understand why they named it that way while we walk amongst the giant bamboos. Along the day, while we are going higher the trees become more scarce and the waterfall more numerous.

All sorts of waterfalls : the very small ones on the side of the way, the thin, very impressive and high ones we can see through the trees on the other side of the valley, the large ones composed of tones of small ones… river-crossings have no mysteries for me anymore.

And just before reaching Deurali, we cross the first snow paths.

The top is not far away.

During the night, we can enjoy a sky full of so many stars… the view is outstanding and it’s a shame my camera is not good enough to capture this sky. So I shall just take mental wonderful pictures.