Prayers in the wind

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Bupsa & Bhundar

7107738_origAs we continued to climb, the variety in crops and the number of farms decreased. Our favorite villages were Bupsa and Bhundar. From Bhundar we walked up through a rhodedenun forest where we passed one of the oldest stupas of the treck. Dating back over 1,000 years, it was still amazingly intact and was made of dark, slatelike stones. Bupsa was the lst town on this part of the trek. It rested on top of a hill in the cloud forest and was the site of abandoned rock caves where porters would rest and take shelter. The Monastary in Bupsa was breathtaking, sitting alone on a ridge surrounded on three sides by thousand foot cliffs. Here we practiced yoga and enjoyed the peace and quiet, as this was our last stop before we hit Lukla and join the gazillions of other trekkers on their way to Everest. -Lindsey and Kelsey
The next 6 days followed in a similar manner. The terrain was one large assent followed by another large decent over and over again. We weaved our way through the jungle and cloud forests slowly gaining elevation. The summit of each pass is marked by stupa’s shrouded in prayer flags, whipping in the wind. In the Buddhist tradition, it is believed  that the wind carries the prayers written on the flags to the gods. They are colored white for the clouds, yellow for the earth, blue for water, green for earth and red for fire.The lower elevations were all terraced farms. The fields were planted with corn, millet, wheat, barley, buckwheat, soy beans, peas, potato’s, red giant mustard greens, bock choy, carrots, turnips, onions,cabbage, squash, green chard, and a variety of chili’s. The fields were being cleared of the corn and they were turning the soil to plant the potatos. The harvested corn ears were tied up on the houses to dry and then the kernels were plucked off and dried in the sun either to be eaten or mashed to corn meal, while the stocks were tied to dry then layed in the field for mulch. There were chickens, pigs, goats, cows, and buffalo on the farms. It must have been baby season because we saw so many cute little baby chicks and piglets and baby goats. The locals laughed as we oogled the babies (silly westerners.)
-Lindsey and Kelsey
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This is also the land of terrifying bridges and impressive loads

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