Day 3- Take the High Road, Jomson

When Thom the porter thinks the room is cold—hello… Ang Kami to the rescue with hot water bottles and extra blankets. We had a much better night and yippee lemon sugar crepes (a little thick), with two hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, it’s the simple things. Ginger tea for altitude and we get started on our decent.

We gained a gold star from porter Thom, he was pleased with our walking during the first few hours, ‘good pace’. Funny how downhill works completely different muscles and can really get your quads quivering. With our trusty TP in the backpack and nature calling we made a pit stop at a cute little place. The Swiss trekkers were keen to do laundry and chill, the yak had been pummeled and was hanging to cure for the winter and the magic green was growing strong at 6 feet tall—don’t touch that. It’s for the winter, hah!

In short order we were back on the trail. We noticed a ‘flock, gaggle, school’??? group of ponies confidently taking the high road at the ‘y’, and we followed… the high road back to Jomson. Feeling a bit peckish we stopped at the Hill Ton Tea House/Hotel (this is not to be confused with the Hilton) for lunch. The first order of business was to encourage the calf out of the teahouse where it had just dropped a load—nice, still hungry?!

Arriving at Jomson as the kiddies were getting out of school, we did a check point sign in, hit the ATM and checked in at the Xanadu. Thom was most excited, fresh Yak steak and a beer to celebrate the end of the trek…OK he had two beers, told us how happy he was and repeated Namaste more than a dozen times as he headed for home in the dark. We listened to the 18-day trekking tales from the Italian and the boy from Iowa…sleeping with the cattle, yikes.

It’s an early night with a 7 am airport call, fingers crossed for clear skies and we’re on our way back to Kathmandu…