When I jump rope, I always think about how we associate jumping rope with both boxers and little girls.
There is a mess tent with a table and camp chairs for breakfast and dinners while camping.
The group went out on a truck to see a view of mount Kailash, but the truck broke down and they had to hike back to camp. It got dark, but luckily the moon was almost full. They had to cross two swift running creeks, they all held hands so no one fell. At around midnight, they stopped at for tea at a little village. There were yaks sleeping in the moonlight.
R. is on a 30 day trek in Nepal and Tibet. I’m here in Brooklyn, and I have decided to make an imagined travelogue of his tour. Here he is before landing in the tiny town of Simikot, Nepal where they will start their trek.