Special Dance

Short Version:
We walk from Chame to Pisang. Cow fight.

Stats:
Total Walk time Day 6 = 4:30
Cumulative Total Walk Time = 25:30
Beer Time = 9:30

Long Version:
Chame Morning:
Up off and on all night. Curse you, pot of tea!
The mountain peaks are glowing bright in the pre-dawn light, then light up when touched by the first sunlight.
Early morning villagers walk up and down around the prayer-wheel row but don't spin the wheels - suspect they're considerately noise-averse
Bought playing cards: "Bee" brand, with a picture of a wasp on them. Inside the pack was a calendar card, from 2008.
Didn't buy jacket with cartoon monkey on it. Too small.

Another steep uphill walking day, with musha.
Musha! The Nepali version of the NAmerikan pika!
Kind of like a hamster/gerbil/guinea pig only with bigger ears.
Yesterday we saw one sitting at trailside, calmly watching and waiting for us to depart. When we didn't, and pulled out a camera instead, it left, quickly.
Today's musha didn't stop at all; it raced across the trail midway between Puppet and Nene/Ganga, disappearing into the trailside rockpile without a backwards glance.

There were rockpiles galore today, especially in the vicinity of the roadwork crew. Unlike roadworking crews in the Western world, where you generally see one person driving a machine up and down while several others lean on shovels watching, road crews in Nepal seem to comprise shitloads of people, all of whom are hard at work; hitting rocks with hammers, prying split rocks apart with sections of rebar, or, very occasionally, being rattled about by a pneumatic drill. We found their tent town shortly after - three long tents made of tarpaulins pegged and tied over bent tree frames. Bear in mind that we were up pretty high by now, and it wasn't hugely warm during the day... and was decidedly chilly at night. Looking for a life of luxury? Nepali road construction may not be the right option for you.

Special day today: 11/11/11. That meant that, at 11:11:11am, it was time for a special dance. Kind of like star-jumps mixed with the running man, only with more pointing and less suaveness.

We didn't stay to watch the end of the cow fight. Apparently the little one won.