En route to Everest, the fascinating Lake Turquoise looked three centuries ago, by the highest mountain range on earth, the most famous female reincarnation of Tibet. It is a landscape that is impregnated overwhelming mysticism that surrounds the corners that the mountains have taken to silence.
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When I visit Kathmandu, Nepal's capital, King Gyanendra is still reeling and the city is surrounded by Maoist rebels. The cannon that sat on the throne was a massacre that turned the world 2001. The crown prince shot dead his parents, Kings, and the cream of the royal family. After the regicide, the crown could only sit at the head of Gyanendra.
"Life does not wait at the border, is all you need to know ", Al Green singing. In the Nepalese Kodari, the corruption not know how to wait. Seeking to recover for the second time the visa and five dollars for not giving a picture card. Captain Haddock's syndrome is about to unfold.
Zhangmu, on the border with Nepal, is a motley bunch of houses hanging from a cliff in thick vegetation where the monsoons wreak havoc. Landslides are common this time of year and, inevitably, every so often a piece of people rushing downhill, toward the stream, swallowed by the mountain.. By Ricardo COARASA.
The target must have outstanding accounts with Tingri, the last stop in Tibet deep before reaching the border with Nepal. Otherwise it is understood that the spray has so stark grief of. Everywhere you look, the same uneasiness, identical discouragement. The future only reaches as far as the eye: a dusty track that looks like a sentence. Whither flee? I did not take pictures. It did not take.
And Rongbuk, sparkling eyes of wild dogs stalk the tourist who ventures into the dark; be a lens is a black magic show; any comistrajo, a delicacy and sleep, possible effort. Hundreds of empty beer bottles-a 5.000 meters, fortunately, also gives drink to the thirsty- clump together forming a wall with the best views of the world: a sunrise on Everest.
We are finally in Rongbuk, the world's highest monastery, at the foot of the fearsome north face of Everest. The sky is clear. The Monsoon has had a hand. The view is superb, gorgeous. Do not you get tired of looking at Qomolangma, the mother goddess of the mountains. Is, certainly, one of the happiest days of my life. Now just think of walking to base camp.