Art Refuge UK

week 3: A Setback

Grrr- a frustrating week! I was going to do one long walk, one cross-training session, and one short walk. 1/3 of the plan was all I achieved, partly due to an ill mother necessitating my remaining at home all day waiting for the Dr. and the Occupational Therapist and keeping an eye on her to prevent her falling out of bed. Then the cross-training didn't happen due to the bad weather and severe procrastination, and worst of all–last night my back/hip went into a mild spasm conjuring up memories of last year's troubles/bed rest/paralysis, etc etc. Have been very, very careful today, using ice packs and hot beanie bags and painkillers and gentle potters around the front garden (it's SO pretty in the snow). No sitting or lying down for longer than 20 min at a time. Grrr- This is so maddening! Will have to wait and see how it fares but it could set me back a week or two :(

Constables house

Mind you, I did a fabulous walk earlier in the week in Constable country with my friend Cathy who works for the Suffolk County Council Area of Outstanding Beauty department. She was due to lead a public walk at the weekend so we went on a practice walk to make sure the route was okay and how much mud there would be (lots!). It was an amazing walk through the countryside that Constable knew so well & made famous through his paintings, including the house where he lived.

Which painting am I in?

I even had my photo taken in front of the scene near his house that featured in one of his most famous paintings (I will send a bar of chocolate to the 1st person who tells me the name and date of said painting and who owned the cottage on the left-hand side of it). Any art lovers out there? (Local friends excluded as they've heard all about the walk!)

Wildlife tally: alpacas/ llamas–5, horses 5, rabbits 2, birds–lots (blue tits, pheasant, crows, pigeons, blackbirds, finches, swans, geese), sheep and lots and lots of lambs.

One other plus to the week–I've made a large (A2 sized) wallchart of the days and weeks ahead so I can plan properly as I keep forgetting to do the lunges, squats and steps, probably the most important daily exercises. I look forward to the satisfaction of crossing each day off with a thick red pen :)

Week 2- Shingle and Sailors

Week 2 consisted of a gym visit to get my cardiovascular system moving (bike and treadmill), a good stretching yoga class and a brisk 5 1/2 mile solo walk (no Marion today) which included a boggy, flooded golf course diversion (good practice for the peat bogs between Pen-y-Ghent & Whernside, 2 of the 3 we'll be walking in June), and a very brisk–almost–run–section of a shingle beach. Boy, I was sweating up a storm–have you ever tried running on shingle?

Sailors Path sculpture

Friday though, ahh, that was a good one–we walked the Sailors Path (a well-known route in this area, part of the Sandlings Trail), stopping off to lunch at Snape, and then back again–a good 8 miles or so. As it was so muddy I wore the Tibetan boots, the ones I bought especially for the Mount Kailash trek in 2007 and have hardly worn since as the backs are too high for me and cause bruises. And Friday's result? Bruises on the backs of my ankles for the next few days. I definitely need a new pair of boots as I'll be crippled before I complete the 23 miles of the Three Peaks. A good fitting pair of boots is SO important- know anyone who wants a well-travelled but hardly-worn pair of boots, size 5?

[Stats: 8:071 miles, 668 cal, 243 min (4 hours- but that did include a one-hour stop for lunch)]

p. s.

For some reason, Blogspot wouldn't let me upload this to the previous post, so it just has to have a post all of its' own. I LOVE this photo :)

Moritz & me

Lions & Tigers & Bears, oh my!

Pantiles

Wowee, what an amazing walk- it was brilliant! Marion turned up at my place with a mystery walk planned in her head, & we headed off towards the same route we've done for the past two walks. However, this time we diverted off to the left, over the boardwalk across the marshes, up our first incline (note I didn't say 'hill'!) towards this fabulous old house called Pantiles with some sort of bird of prey statues on the gateways, and then she headed left towards an old farm. I stumbled along behind wondering where on earth she was taking us, as she opened a gate into a field and headed towards a fence bordering a wood. As instructed, I peered in between the trees and lo & behold…there were some llamas, 8 of them, peeking out from behind the trees watching us.

Llamas

Single llama

It was astonishing to see them in the woods, a very unusual place- especially round here.

Photos duly taken and we headed back towards the farm sheds and heard voices, and there to our delight….were…..some lambs! the most cute, adorable fluffy little things sniffing around and falling over the ewe who was on her back having a pedicure. It was fantastic! We were welcomed with open arms by the farmer and the lady looking after the sheep (never found out her name) and invited to hold one of the lambs- I was in heaven!! The little cutie is called Moritz and is only two weeks old and LOVED being hugged. I nearly took him home with me. And even better, we got to carry him down to the field with the rest of the flock because he didn't want to walk. The flock consisted of three ewes, and eight lambs and they were fabulous! It was with extreme reluctance that we left to continue our walk- I could have stayed there all day playing.

Time for a pedicure

Lambs clambering over mum

Moritz

The walk continued up another incline, along various fields, through Aldringham church churchyard (! not sure how best to phrase that), past the old almshouses, more fields- in the mist this time so that everything had disappeared when we turned round- through a foresty bit and then back onto the old railway tracks heading back to my place. I was still skipping with joy after befriending Moritz and wanted to show the world the photos. This may become a regular walk!

Stats for the day? Well, I turned off the pedometer by mistake at one point (I was looking for the altitude bit (hah! that's a laugh considering I live by the sea!) but we both reckoned it was about 5 miles. no idea of the rest, except it took about 2 hours.

Week 1

Ok, I've actually completed week 2 so I'm behind with my blogging, so let's have a quick catch-up, shall we?


Marion approaching

Marion & I started the training off on Monday March 4th with a gentle circular walk that we are both used to, from Aldeburgh to Thorpeness and back again. It was a fabulous day, bright sunshine, no wind and fairly warm compared with what it has been recently. We'd arranged to meet on the old railway line behind my house which is a brisk 5 minute walk, and from there on to Thorpeness via the Thorpeness Golf Club & the Meare and then along the beach back to Aldeburgh where we'd part company (as that's where Marion lives). We both thought it was a short-ish walk of about 3-4 miles and we were both full of beans, chirping away merrily as we pottered along at a nice pace, noting the various birds on the way (wish I could list them for you, but I'm hopeless at bird identification: I know a robin, blackbird, blue jay, owl, peacock & pheasant by sight, and by sound- a woodpecker, owl and peacock. Oh, and a skylark, which I love- it really makes my spirits soar to hear one of those). However, on one part of the route there was a strange sound I hadn't heard before and Marion promptly announced it was a curlew! Golly- I knew there were in this part of East Anglia but I'd never heard one before. How exciting! Maybe I should add here that the land we were walking along is managed by the RSPB, so there's bound to be lots of feathered friends around. Anyhow, it sounds like this: http://sounds.bl.uk/Environment/British-wildlife-recordings/022M-W1CDR0001375-0600V0. And then, as we were walking along the beach, my favourite seaside sound of all: http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/s/skylark/index.aspx

So, a lovely walk in nature on a bright sunny day- a great way to start the 3 Peaks training. And when I got home I turned off the Pedometer app I have on my phone, to find we'd actually walked 5.25 miles- much longer than we'd reckoned. And burnt off 425 calories. And just for the record, it took us 117 minutes.

On Thursday 7th, we did the same route but reversed, so I started out earlier to meet Marion at the other end of the railway line, by the caravan park in Aldeburgh and we headed along the beach to Thorpeness, etc etc. This time I took more photos, and we stopped off at her house for a cup of green tea. More skylarks, and seagulls galore (but no curlews). For some inexplicable reason, although the distance was almost he same (5. 2 miles), we burt off more calories (471)! No idea how that happened! And it took 150 minutes, but that's because of the very welcome cuppa!

Old windmilll without sails

The Scallop on a shingle beach

Artwork decorating building site

So that's the first two days. The following day was...well, you'll just have to wait for the next post!

The 3 Peaks Challenge

It was a dark, cold December evening and the nine of us were walking down a London street after the Art Refuge UK Christmas dinner.

"Let's do a joint fundraising event", said someone up front." Good idea", commented several voices from behind. "How about the 3 Peaks challenge?' said Sarah K (or was it Emily?), ' I've always wanted to do that". " Ooo, that sounds good" replied one person," I'm up for that". " Me too", I replied, and after various other murmurings along similar lines, Sarah K. and Emily said they'd look into it and let us know. We all then parted and headed home to concentrate on Christmas and holidays, not giving the suggestion a second thought...apart from Sarah & Emily.

And that's how, folks, a few months later I find myself having committed to walking three of the highest peaks of the Yorkshire Dales: 23 miles within 12 hours. Not an easy feat, I hasten to add–me being somewhat of a slug when it comes to exercise. I think part of me jumped at the word ' challenge', continuing the theme started last year when I jumped out of a plane to help save the charity (joined by Emily, bless her!). That one, at least, didn't require training, just a solid conviction that things were going to be okay and I wouldn't (probably) die doing it.

This time I'm part of the 14 strong team–seven of the Art Refuge UK team (trustees and coordinators) plus assorted family, friends and supporters. I'm looking on it as a team-building adventure, with lots of fun and laughter to keep us going. We're doing it to raise lots of money for the charity- and I'm assuming that you already know about it as you have probably come here via either our website or our Facebook page, or even possibly our Virgin Money-Giving page. But just in case you have found your way here without any of that, check us out: www.artrefugeuk.org.
You can also donate to the cause here: http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=arukyorkshire3peaks&isTeam=true

My good friend Marion agreed to do the practice walks with me (she's walked from the west to east coasts of the UK before) and had thought of joining us for the 3 Peaks but decided the practice walks would suit her better. We put our heads together and set up a training schedule based on a programme she found in a hiking magazine and working around our working commitments. At the moment it consists of three walks a week, two short and one long, plus assorted exercises to strengthen the legs.

My biggest challenge is going to be finding hills to practice on. Suffolk, where I live, is as flat as a pancake–nothing even remotely resembling a mountain for miles. There are some steps leading down to the town centre but I think I'd get bored pretty quickly running up and down them several times in a row, plus I'd look rather silly.

Anyhow, I thought I'd start a blog, partly to keep a record of how I do, but also to help motivate others. I will add photos as I go, and play around with format, etc but as it's late and I wanted to get this posted asap (procrastination is my middle name), I'm stopping here for the night. Will update you on how Week 1 went tomorrow. In the meantime, if you feel like it, have a look at previous blogs posted here over the years- it will shed some light on some of the activities of our wonderful charity and some of the people involved.
Night all!

the ghost town

Spooky, very very spooky- the Centre is deserted- it's a ghost town- no new arrivals in sight anywhere (apart from 2 resting in the clinic with eye trouble and a fractured leg). I have never seen it so empty and it's really sad. According to the Director who came in especially to meet us, the border is tightly closed, probably until August after the Olympic games, but when it reopens there will be a flood of refugees and the Centre will be exceptionally busy. So now is a good time to prepare and to get supplies in. We have decided to get a new floor for the classroom, and to replace the windows as they keep breaking.

Back at our new hotel later that afternoon (we moved into Dwarika's, an exceptionally beautiful place, an oasis in the midst of the bustling city), we started the interview process to select a replacement for one of our staff members, who resigned a few weeks ago.

We also had a long chat with an old friend who has returned here to live after a few years away, with her husband and young child. They are very concerned about conditions in Kathmandu as some of their friends have been arrested in the recent protests, and apparently foreigners too, although they are mainly released after a few hours. They are also worried as her sister-in-law returned to Tibet a short while before the recent riots and they have had no news from her and no one can get hold of her.

And now, Thursday, Nepal is closed and we have no choice but to rest and relax at the hotel- a good time to catch up on notes, start thinking of articles to write, draft assorted letters, compile to-do lists for back home, have an occasional swim, drink copious cups of tea and start to unwind after the frantic busy-ness of the past 10 days. Looking forward to Delhi (not many people would say that) as it is Karen's birthday and we plan to spend the day in an air-conditioned cinema watching Shah Rukh Kahn movies.

That's all for now- if anything exciting happens between here and home on Sunday, I will of course let you know. Hope you enjoy the travel tales, I'm sure more will emerge from our memories when we get home. Byee.

Kathmandu

Arrived finally in Kathmandu after that long but fascinating drive to Delhi, but with a stop over and a proper rest at La Sagrita for a few hours before the flight here. But, shock, someone had stolen the Himalayas- they can usually be seen on the flight in from Delhi, but on this flight, no sign of them, so I can only guess that someone has indeed nicked them- so keep a lookout for someone with a very large melting package under their arm.

Our trip, which as I mentioned previously has changed drastically from the original plan, we've now discovered is curtailed even more, as Thursday is election day and everything will be shut down with no vehicles on the road, plus the Centre here is shut for 2 days holiday. So basically, we have to do everything we need tomorrow! Many phone calls later and our day of running around is planned in fine detail. Off for internet and momos at Utse (best momos in Kathmandu!) Back at the hotel (Nirvana Garden), and no power- it turns out that Kathmandu is experiencing 8 hour power cuts every day these days. So nothing to do but sleep.

A very special day

What an amazing day, and one that Ama-la, Rinchen and the director of the Centre had been trying to arrange for days and which involved numerous changes of plan and flight tickets. After 2 alarm calls from friends, we got up early and off to the Dalai Lama's Palace where were checked by security and kept waiting in assorted rooms, until finally being ushered with all the new arrivals into a hall where His Holiness came out to greet everyone and to give a supportive talk to his fellow Tibetans. He mentioned the importance of education; that Tibetans inside Tibet are facing very challenging conditions as there are some very tough officials in charge; that he is not seeking independence but autonomy; and the economic benefits of being part of China but retaining their culture and faith. He also thanked them profusely for having stayed inside Tibet until that point and keeping Tibetan culture alive and living, and that when they return to take what they have learned in India to teach to their fellow Tibetans, especially the philosophy of Buddhism. After that, everyone received a personal blessing, and we were introduced by the Centre director who explained who we were and what we do. His Holiness was very grateful, shook our hands firmly saying an equally firm 'Thank you' to both of us in turn. We had taken some of the recent artwork to show him, some of which he was quite startled at (the first appearance in the children's art of Chinese tanks) but appreciated it...and kept it (much to my dismay as I'd wanted to bring it back to the UK to use in future exhibitions. Oh well, I guess you don't argue with His Holiness!). I also handed over a pot of my mum's homemade strawberry jam- 'Homemade?' he said, then chuckled and took the jam appreciatively.

The next few hours were a bit of a blur as we raced back to the Centre for final farewells with Ama-la and Rinchen, and with the director, had a last dish of momos at Gakyi's (returning Dickyi's iron which had borrowed to smarten our outfits for the morning), then stuffed the last few bits and pieces in our bags, just finishing as Tender arrived with our taxi. We were snowed under with the farewell kata that Tibetans are so fond of wrapping round you when you leave- even Nakahara turned up to give farewell kata and hugs. And off we set, for our 10 hour taxi ride to Delhi- good time for a snooze...zzzzzzzzzz

yummy cake

A nice day to start with- sunshine at last. Went to the Centre with Tenor, a very helpful friend, who had translated the mission statement and purpose of the Programme into Tibetan. He explained it thoroughly to Ama-la who seemed pleased that we had taken the time and trouble to do this. After seeing the Tiblets off on their journey back to school, we returned to the hotel to meet Rebecca Novick, the Executive Producer for the Tibet Connection, an English language radio and web show about Tibet. She wanted to interview us about the programme, which she thinks will be broadcast on April 22nd, and can be heard online (www.thetibetconnection.org). At dinner that eveing we were joined by Nakahara, the owner of Lung-Ta, for whom we'd had some prayer flags made- he was delighted. and very chatty that night. We walked with Dolma after dinner back to her friend's place- Jamyang is the longest serving baker in Dharamsala. She’d requested a banana cake from him for us and we tried a piece- it was delicious; he is an excellent baker, and supplies the hotels and restaurants in town. We have been so well taken care of on this trip- it's a real treat :)

monsoon

Ugh- a winter monsoon has descended- pelting rain, howling gales and general sogginess all day. We couldn't even see the mountains outside- it felt like we were right in the middle of a vast cloud. And it was cold, so cold that Karen and I ended up buying 2 very colourful and soft blankets and wrapped ourselves up for the day. It should have been an indoors day but we decided to return to the Centre for one final art class. There isn't usually a program at the weekends, but Ama-la made a special exception for us as we were there for such a short time. Because of the torrential rain, the class was held downstairs in the women's dormitory, and the tables had been carried down so the children could draw properly. They seemed very happy to see us again, and we found another visitor there, this time a reporter from Finland who is based in Beijing and was acompanied by Lobsang, a local photographer who has been to the centre many times before.

Back at the hotel, we chatted to Steve who was leaving later but keeping his bag in our room until it was time for him to catch his bus. Apparently he has emailed many of his friends back home in the hope that some of them will be interested in helping Art Refuge UK. He also promised to meet up with us in Nottingham in May when the Dalai Lama comes over. I look forward to seeing him again and hope we can include him in the charity somehow.

In the evening, the Tiblets wanted to join in the candelit procession as it was a very special evening. Children from the 3 major Tibetan schools in the area gathered in Mcleod Ganj to lead the procession, along with banners they had prepared in school, the most gut wrenching of which read: Stop Killing our Parents. We watched them all pass by our hotel, then joined in with the rest of the locals. It was an incredibly moving time, walking in solidarity with the Tiblets, holding hands, them chanting the prayers as loud as they could, over and over; elderly Tibetans passing us and acknowledging our presence with a nod and a broad smile of gratitude; video cameras from news reporters recording faces and banners, the overwheming feelings of sadness and anger and frustration...The march ended at the main temple, where there were speeches, and video footage and photos of the troubles in Tibet. The Tiblets got a little agitated and wanted to leave at that point, not wanting to stay for the beginning of the Tara prayers that the other children were settling down to do for the whole night. So we returned to our room, after dinner, and chatted and watched TV. A slightly more sombre evening than the previous night.

Friday

A very intense day. Arrived at the Centre late morning to find my Tiblets had already arrived. For those of you who may not understand this statement- my 'Tiblets' are a group of children I first met many years ago at the Reception Centres and have kept in touch with since- we meet up every time I come over and we have grown to be like a family. I have even met their family members, those who are now in Kathmandu and those who are still in Tibet, and sometimes I carry messages and photos back and forth. The Tiblets are very special to me and we had managed to get permission for them to come here to Dharamsala for the night so we could spend time together. It is a particularly intense time because they are worried about family back in Tibet but can get no news about them, and I was overwhelmed with sadness when I greeted them, maybe from my own worry about their families or had picked up on their anxiety. Some children in their school heard the other day that some family members in Tibet were killed recently, and now there has been another riot and more Tibetans have been killed. So as you can imagine, the mood in Dharamsala is very somber- the candle lit vigil this evening was attended by many more people than usual and had us in tears as we watched them pass by. Mind you, I have been fighting back the tears all day starting with our first greeting, and then in class this afternoon, one of the Tiblets drew a very poignant picture of the death and destruction in Tibet and it was heartbreaking. Added to this, there are posters and pictures all over Dharamsala of the dead in Tibet, their wounds, blood etc. Very gory and gut wrenching.

You read in the papers back home about there being prayers, candle-lit vigils, protests, etc, but to actually experience it is a completely different matter- it really pierces you to the bone. Our favourite restaurant owner was telling us earlier about the hunger strike here, and how every business has pledged to send one person from their family to join in- it's a relay so each person goes on hunger strike for 24 hours, and she was telling us her son had volunteered as he wanted to do something important to support their people in Tibet. We are now waiting as there is a programme about Tibet on the Indian news tonight and we want to see if there is any more news.

More tomorrow..

Thursday April 3rd

Gosh, there's a lot to write about. We arrived in India ok (luckily leaving from Terminal 4 not 5) and had a very smooth flight up to Dharamsala - if anyone is planning a trip I enthusiastically recommend the plane journey- it's so quick. However, if you suffer from motion sickness it might not be an idea as it can be quite bumpy if you meet clouds and your tummy will move up to your mouth and then back down again!

But I'm sure some of you want to know our journey details. You're all dying to hear what's going on considering the world's eyes are on the Tibetan issue right now.

Dharamsala is a very interesting place to be currently. There are many Tibetan flags fluttering in the breeze, and over people's shoulders; many posters for a Free Tibet, and a candlelit procession every night with prayers to Chenrezig for all the Tibetans who have died in the conflict. Sitting in the internet cafe we saw the procession of the night passing by, led by monks it seemed and followed by nuns, as manay local Tibetans as possible and assorted supportive Westerners, all of whom cradled a candle and prayed. The sound of their mantras filled the night air and lingered, touching the heart deeply.

At the moment in the Centre, there are 9 children. A few left last Friday, and 3 arrived last night. But these will be the last ones for a while. In my email report today from Kathmandu, I was told there are none left there now and I'm guessing that until the Olympic games are over, no more will be able to leave Tibet. Apparently there are Chinese soldiers patrolling up to twenty miles within the Nepal border in civilian clothing so any new refugees don't stand a chance!

At the centre today, we met with a lovely man called Francesco who is writing a book on memories of Tibet and so is interviewing adults and children to find out their stories - he is going to include some drawings from the children as well.

We also met with the owner of Lung-Ta, the Japanese restaurant here - he has been here for 20 years, helping the Tibetans - he wants some pictures to send back to Japan to exhibit, so we will meet with him tomorrow to discuss further.

It is very busy at the centre for obvious reasons, and there are many film crews around, as well as journalists, Tibet activists and the curious.

On a more updating note, the India Football Captain has decided to pull out of the Olympic Torch relay as he is a supporter of Tibet, and the previous India Defence Minister has recommended that India blockade the Olympic Torch so that it doesn't come to India at all.

And on top of it all, the Dalai Lama has cancelled all meetings as he is not well..it's not that he is physiaclly sick, but he is sick from sadness over all the troubles and deaths and violence.

Spring 2008..changes afoot

Yes, I know, no blog since last August, and that's not the point of a blog is it? Well, I feel that a blog should have something interesting to say, which is why I only do it when I go travelling, in particular when it's traveling for the charity. So on Monday, Karen & I (she's our charity secretary and my good buddy) are going to Dharamsala for a few days and then on to Kathmandu for a few more days. She's not been to Kathmandu before so it will be her introduction to the Art Refuge Programme there and our staff. well, I say our staff except we seem to be one short now; Kyiso is currently traveling in the USA. Probably safer there, as many Tibetans in Kathmandu have been protesting over events in Tibet, and many have been arrested, so I hear.

The purpose of this blog, then, is to keep you updated as to events there, and how they may impact on Art Refuge/ Art Refuge UK. But there will probably be other bits and pieces thrown in for good measure- just to keep it entertaining...

More on Tuesday when we (hopefully) arrive in Dharamsala( we are flying BA to Delhi- fingers crossed that they've got their act together by then)

Home safe and sound

So we made it. We got to Mount Kailash and have returned safe and sound. Our journey over the border went smoothly, thanks to Tenzin and Gyaltsen. The journey back to Kathmandu was long (many strikes and road blocks) which was frustrating. But we arrived back in Kathmandu 2 days earlier than expected due to the army troubles in Tibet, so we treated ourselves to a luxurious stay in Kathmandu's best hotel, Dwarikas (www.dwarikas.com)- it's incredible! If you ever get a chance to go there- do- it's like staying an an ancient village in Nepal, a serene oasis of tranquility right in the heart of the city. That helped our flagging spirits and energy recover. We'd been to this place on our previous visit, when we took Basant out to dinner at the Nepalese restaurant there, called Krishnarpan and had a 6 course meal (they offered up to 22 courses as well). Good traditional Nepalese food- yummy.

The boys went white water rafting the day after we arrived (honestly, they can't sit still for a minute!) while I spent some quality time with Prerana, Basant's wife, and her mum (I desperately needed female company- after all, I'd just spent the past 2 weeks with 8 men!) We also visited Boudha again and met up with some Tibetan friends, including the mother of 3 of my Tiblets in Dharamsala.

After that we flew back to Delhi, left Rik there for the night (he flew back to the UK the following day) while Tim, Tom & I got the train up to Dharamsala where we spent a busy 3 days checking on the Art Refuge program and staff, reconnecting with Ama Adhe, meeting Moina our new volunteer, bumping into old friends and hanging out with the 5 Tiblets.

And now we're all back in the UK, resting and recovering from jet lag, travel lag, assorted tummy bugs, and culture shock. I haven't heard a thing from the boys since we got back (though had a quick call with Rik) so hope they're still talking to me and will forgive me for dragging them to such a remote, inhospitable part of the world ;) I hope one day they'll go back, that in retrospect they'll find they enjoyed themselves.

In the meantime, Rik (I think) has raised about £1500 on his website for this trip, which he's splitting between Art Refuge UK and Aspire (he's an anethetist and works with spinal injuries patients, so that's fair), and I've raised about £400 so far, so even though we lost a few brain cells on the way. at least we were able to put them to a good cause!

If any of you feel like attempting this journey yourselves, contact our wonderful friend who put it all together for us, Basant (bate@mail.com.np) but make sure you ask that Gyaltsen be part of the package. No trip to Kailsh is worth it unless you have Gyaltsen bringing you tea in the mornings- makes the days worthwhile!

And that's it- hope you enjoyed reading about our adventures. I'm off to potter in the lush greeness of Suffolk caused by weeks of rain (seems the monsoon has followed me)-hope summer comes soon.

thanks for reading this far; there are some final photos below for your amusement.
may you be inspired to travel too,
love
Frances