Chame to Pisang
Clockwise from left: Buddhist prayer stone, Annapurna II, temple in Upper Pisang, Pisang
The light in the tea house is dim, waxing, waning. The roar of the river is farther off than I've become accustomed to, with the sound usually putting me right to sleep every night. Today's hike was around five hours. When we got into Pisang village, we soon after took off again and walked the dozens of stone steps to Upper Pisang. At the top is a temple, where an old man sat grinning in a corner out front, looking as if he'd just been sitting there enjoying the view of Annupurna II all day.
Clockwise from left: Buddhist prayer stone, Annapurna II, temple in Upper Pisang, Pisang
The light in the tea house is dim, waxing, waning. The roar of the river is farther off than I've become accustomed to, with the sound usually putting me right to sleep every night. Today's hike was around five hours. When we got into Pisang village, we soon after took off again and walked the dozens of stone steps to Upper Pisang. At the top is a temple, where an old man sat grinning in a corner out front, looking as if he'd just been sitting there enjoying the view of Annupurna II all day.
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