Bridges below Dingboche. I crossed the old one last time I was here, it was a good improvement. We were held up by a yak train, the first we'd seen.
Amy sizing up yet another mega load below Tengboche. I believe it was all bottles of water. If a gallon of water weighs 7 pounds, this guy was hauling an assload. Yet another example of how I am a weakling with a 50 pound pack.
Foggy entrance at Tengboche. This is a new addition, and quite magnificent. Last time they were constructing this from slabs of concrete. Very impressive masonry.
Unfortunately we planned on staying at Tengboche to check out the monastery and get a tour. The monks decided it was time to meditate and Amy was not allowed to be on "campus" without special permission from the Rinpoche. Needless to say, we were there at lunch time, the weather was lousy and we now had nothing to do, so we pressed on without much of a plan.
Apparently Amy was the Tibetan horse whisperer. She coaxed this fine steed in for a nose scratch and pat. I think horses sense fear because I truly believed it was going to kick my ass, so I stayed as far away as possible.
