Shree and Dawa were hiking with us that day. I was so grateful that they have done that because their steady helping hands were huge relief when walking (which felt more like “sliding”) down the steep hill. There was point that I rather just stood still and not moved at all because I so feared of rolling down the hill like a big round ball.
When arrived at the guest house in Chandrakok, we thought that’s only a temporary rest area, we were a bit shock that we had to stay there for the night. This is the only place where we had to use squat toilet which was very dark and smelly. The shower had no light and very awkwardly positioned window to bring natural sunlight along with direct and clear view of anyone who want to take a peek at inside of the shower =P My friends and Kazi created a great cover for the window but the shower become too dark that at the end we had to leave the door open a bit to see inside. That whole shower experience becoming a major activity that we planned very well — what to bring in, who to guard the door and what to bring to read while waiting ;-)
There were bees kept on flying around one of my friend. One of the old man sitting around told us that’s poisonous and my friend became hysterical and cried uncontrollably. So all of us retreated back inside the dark eating area of the guest house and spent the rest of the day playing card games.
One truly memorable thing for me that night was spending one either evening and night without electricity. It promoted so much more interesting conversation among our group. But I was very scared when my friend finally spilled out the word “ghost-house” which I had been thinking but did not dare to mention it. Immediately, I was so worried that I couldn’t sleep the whole night…