April in Thailand is wet and wild during the annual Songkran (aka Water) Festival that marks the Thai New Year and the beginning of the rainy season. I am not ashamed to say, I hate this holiday. I lived through it once and found participants intrusive and aggressive and it was downright annoying to be drenched with water days on end, especially on the way to and from work. (I sound like Scrooge, I know.) So, I have vowed to myself to always leave the region during this time of the year. (Yes, as I discovered three years ago, it's not only a Thai phenomenon; Burma celebrates drenching strangers, too.)
This year, T and I traveled to Nepal where we remained undrenched (except for copious sweating on our trek to and from Namche). It was awesome. The hiking was tough, but the views made it all worth it. I loved being in nature and working hard during the day and then hunkering down with a book or a few games of Uno before an early bedtime. The mountains breathed new life into me and I had a smile plastered on my face nearly the entire time. I just couldn't contain my happiness.
Namche Bazaar. We made it!
From our hotel window at Snowland. We moved to the much nicer and friendlier Namche Hotel the next night.
Thar she blows! Everest! (T was pretty disappointed that all we could see was the tip.)
A mani stone with "om mani padme hum" painted in Tibetan on it. The words are considered sacred, so one must always walk clockwise around these stones, as tradition dictates.
Ah, mountains! LOVE them.