Squeek, slosh, squeek, slosh. I woke at 3 am in Kathmandu to this sound. It started at 3am and went until 5:30am. As the gold light of early morning broke into darkness I could see out my window to the source of the sound. There was a man pumping water into old buckets encrusted with stains and use. The center back of his shirt wet with sweat, shirt untucked and ragged.
In my 5th floor hotel room I pulled my self from the window and wondered what it would be like if I still had to pump water from a well in my back yard by hand. The man had pumped 2.5 hours and filled several containers so he and his wife could cook, shower, wash clothes, and have drinking water for his 2 kids. I walked into the bathroom, turned a knob, and hot water gushed.
We are in Kathmandu Nepal. Everyone has arrived. We fly to Lukla tomorrow the trail head for our trek and climbing expedition. Welcome to Nepal. Hope you follow us as we climb the South and North side of Pharilapche (aka Machermo).
In my 5th floor hotel room I pulled my self from the window and wondered what it would be like if I still had to pump water from a well in my back yard by hand. The man had pumped 2.5 hours and filled several containers so he and his wife could cook, shower, wash clothes, and have drinking water for his 2 kids. I walked into the bathroom, turned a knob, and hot water gushed.
We are in Kathmandu Nepal. Everyone has arrived. We fly to Lukla tomorrow the trail head for our trek and climbing expedition. Welcome to Nepal. Hope you follow us as we climb the South and North side of Pharilapche (aka Machermo).
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