Dhampus, Nepal
It’s 5.50am, I’m wrapped up in my sleeping bag, feeling like a silk worm with riga mortis, having been in bed since 7.30 last night!
Annapurna has a gold thread of filigree across its silhouette as the sun rises. Apart from the view, everything else is basic. Our “tea house” is a hotel that has what you need, but, you have to understand its circumstances. Ramesh, with his wife and daughter, is the owner. A very chatty sort, who had learnt his English fro...