A day filled from start to end. The took the high route from Upper Pisang which meant a very big hill. Lots of sweating, but we both managed to put our heads down and slowly but surely work our way to the top, with only a few breaks (just for the view, not because we were tired or anything).

We ran into our Dutch mates from my sick day – sick buddies for life – right near the top which was good inspiration, then sat with the crowds of exhausted hikers looking down at the hill we just OWNED!
Sadly the trail continued to wined upward (although much more gradually) for another km or so.

At lunch we found a cute little teahouse. As we walked in and set down our packs, we realised the pretty foliage around the perimeter of the property, was in fact massive weed plants. It will always be remembered as the day I accidentally took my Dad to a cannabis farm for lunch.

The rest of the day went past quite smoothly – nothing to do with a cannabis influence I promise – mostly down hill, lots of nice monasteries and even bakeries starting to pop up. It’s weird how good the facilities are up here!

The last hour into Manang was a bit of a drag, sleepy bodies still feeling a bit churned up, but we kept ourselves alert with our game of who can spot the most trail markers, ending in a tie of 39 all for the day, so no hurt egos today.

The lodge we’re in seems to still be under construction, but that’s kind of fun. The girl who bring us our food finds it hilarious how we say thank you and compliment the food so much. You can hear her back in the kitchen giggling about it.