|Ghunsa with waterfalls behind|
|Minor damage to the health post - but building badly shaken up|
|Fresh slip and rockfall in progress!|
In Ghunsa there was finally a working phone, though only for several hours a day (the problem with solar in the monsoon) and villagers from around the place were queueing to check on family in the wider district. We got a quick message through to the trekking agency which we hoped would be forwarded through our families to let them know we are ok. We debated whether the earthquake would have made the NZ news and decided that it was unlikely during the excitement of the Rugby World Cup.
|Not sure what Penny was thinking aboutt|
Penny might write about the rest of her teaching sometime, but from what I gathered it was focused on the childbirth and early childhood areas. She found a willing audience as a village women had died of complications during the past year (this after the previous KSP team were assured this never happened ). The baby survived 6 months feed largely on chang.
|Potato Field Medicine|
|Tenzin and family at the cooking fire|
Towards the end of our stay in Ghunsa we thought we would head up valley to possibly reach the north base camp for Kanchenjunga (the 3rd highest mountain in the world). Penny was able to come too as Tenzin was intending to be out of town for a couple of days. In the event we only got as far as Kambachen, half a day up valley, before we heard that a missing bridge was going to prevent us going much further. The trail to Kambachen was easy apart from a very nasty slip on the true right opposite the terminal moraine of the Jannu glacier. This slip which starts 1000 meters or so up comes down in three chutes, a triple barrelled shotgun. Kambachen itself has been devastated by the earthquake, of twenty dwellings there was only one I would have slept in.
|Sign pointing to broken bridge|
|Don't build your house in a yak field|
We stayed in Kambachen for an afternoon and morning hoping to get a glimpse of the "Wall of Shadows", the famous north face of Jannu which rises another few thousand metres up behind the bitter chilly mists of Kambachen. No luck there but our stay wasn't all bad, we had good company including the yak herders son back from study in Bangalore for the Desai festival and most surprisingly great food. The Dahl Baaht was embellished by yak curd (yoghurt) and a water cress like vegetable, yummy, while the milk tea was the hottest sweetest creamiest concoction you could imagine ... like it had just been churned by a practised yak herder in a small hut high in the Himalayas!
|Khe Sahn with Blue Sheep horns|
|GB eyes up the bad slip|
So that's about that, tune in next time for the return journey. Penny, GB and Jamie traverse the Mirgin La in sleet, have a clear day at Kanchenjunga South base camp and make it safely back to Taplejung (hopefully).