Relative Something

Something that strikes me about this day of the trek, Saturday, 11 April, is how little I actually remember from it. From my journal: I’m trying to write before dinner and I’m shivering cold. I don’t think my cough got any worse, but I’m feeling the altitude. I’m very fatigued. Also, today I had the sneezes (but many people seemed to be sneezing) and that made my nose run something awful.

I remember our lunch spot, maybe because of the photos I took and I remember the sneezing and runny nose. I also recall the end of the day’s hike, feeling that we were well above the tree line and it seemed so dry and dusty and I was feeling so fatigued.

Phortse is where our Sirdar, Lhakpa 1, owns a lodge and this is where we stayed, sleeping inside instead of in tents for the night. I was really struggling with a loss of appetite and dinner this night was pizza. I ate enough to know it tasted great and I was very sad to not feel able to eat it all.