The adventures continue, with different interpretations on different hours of the day. Christmas Eve we flew into Jomson a tiny tiny airport in a wind-buffetted hamlet in the Himalayas, hiked three hours to visit Marpha (Jeny's father's village) and then spent the night in an absolutely frozen guesthouse, finally emerging to shiver through dinner with a space heater at our feet and choke down tea and toast the next day trying to avert frostbit. Then found out high winds had cancelled all flights (both of them) flying out which resulted in a 24 hour Indiana Jones epic of us trekking and overlanding but leaving us stuck at a truck stop in Beni unable to get home because of the threat of bandits.
I kid you not.
Of course we always have happy endings, mostly due to the resources of Jeny's family, so we ended up at a fabulous "Hotel Yeti" in the heart of Beni (a glorious couple of km away from the truckstop) owned by a friend of the family. It was warm, it had great food, and it had beer, so Christmas night was exceptionally wonderful and exceptionally unique.
The kids remain troopers through some very very hard parts and at this point we've shared socks, water bottles, and bedwear without a peep.
Now off to elephant park, another strike, and who knows what other adventures.....
Love to all!