Hannah Tims

person holding white ceramic teacup spilling coffee

Early mornings in ghyangphedi are priceless. Each day I’d wake up with sunrise, walk down through the village towards the river. Passing local nepali people as they started their mornings, gathering water, washing clothes, preparing tea, etc. I walked across this tiny little bridge, over the small winter river and would sit up in the cliffs as the sun rose to light up the snow-capped mountains.

My first morning in ghyangphedi I washed my dirty face in the river. Left my glasses on a rock and screamed when the glacier water hit my face. Eventually the sun rose high enough to sneak its warmth into this deep valley. Giving the perfect opportunity to bath for the first time in a week and jump into the freezing water.

We were all terribly sick at this point and had been at it several days. We had an early morning start, not sure how far we’d have to trek until we found a homestay. At mile 8 my teammate slipped and rolled downhill, gaining a concussion ruining her knee. There was nowhere else for us to go though. So we bandaged her up and continued downhill. We stumbled across this village just in time for sunset. Running over this small winter river and into GP.