On to Bargarchhap (3/13)

All night I heard the rain coming down hard on the roof and kept hoping I was wrong. I tried to tell myself that maybe the sound wasn’t rain, but a nearby river or waterfall. After all, the rain couldn’t possibly be coming down that hard.

We finished breakfast and headed out. The river we followed roared fiercely as it was fed with the runoff from many tributaries and waterfalls trying to wring out from the storm. The path was rocky, slippery and still non-picturesque. As we walked we did at least pass a few guest houses that looked newer and more on the level with that in the Khumbu Valley (Everest Region).

We stopped for lunch at the town of Chamje. Given our slow progress and the weather, we cut our goal back to reach the town of Tal. After lunch we had some brief spots of sun and the landscape began to improve with deep cutting rivers ripping through the valley carving gorges right through the rock. It was particularly impressive when two rivers cut through the high stone walls and came together into a single confluence. I hoped we put the worst of the weather and dilapidated towns behind us.

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