S worries about her macbook as the cab driver hurls her bag onto the roof of the taxi. It's been a bumpy trip to say the least. About a 10 minute drive to a wrm welcome at our camp. Breakfast, shower, rest then some sightseeing to familirise ourselves with the village. We visit a Buddhist Temple, a Hindu Temple, a museum of Tibetan dolls and we see a pyre for the expired of the village, after cremation the ashes taken to the Ganges. Along a winding mountain road a group of women sit in circle. They are chipping rocks to be used for building material. Such hard work for a pittance I'm sure. We stop and communicate. I've had barely a handful of hours of sleep over the last few days and am looking forward to an early night until the man of the house wants to become acquainted; begins asking loads of questions about Australia, my farm, my family, business, how many servants do I have - why I do not & finally, how old am I?
'But my wife is much older than you, she is 50 years old, and yet she looks much younger than you. What have you done wrong?'
Please, just let me go to bed!
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