Remembering Nepal

Reading this article about how the Chinese are muscling the Nepalese over Everest in preparation for an Olympics inspired or connected expedition to the mountain–the Chis don’t want the pesky Tibetan raining on their parade–reminded me of the couple of weeks I spent trekking in Nepal (1989). No, I didn’t go anywhere near Everest (or near that high) though we did have a sherpa who had been a guide on Everest expeditions–a delightful fellow with a Buddhist smile. It’s an unforgettable experience, if you ever get a chance to do it. Just stay clear of the Maoist guerrillas. (I never saw any myself.)