Tibet is really, really cold and dry. We arrived at very posh but freezing hotel. Again I have a twin bed room to myself while the boys share. Bed is cold and damp so open it up to air through. Gandi is here and we have hot drinks in my room and she sorts out the camera for me. Ah yes, the camera. I bought a new one in KTM before we left. For a lot of money. Keeping Clare's camera in my bag.
3.30 Monastery trip. Go on trip rather reluctantly and am really sorry I did as angina kicks in going uphill. Luckily the rest of the temples are on a level with the first one. Ecen so, feel so bad that when we get t5o the last temple, I do not enter but find a quiet step in the shade and have a cry. Or cry as much as I can when not able to breathe properly. Seem to have suddenly realised that I have had this bad chest since Pokhara and antibiotics do not seem to be doing much good and I feel just dreadful. sometimes it is good to stop and say - Hey, I am not good and accept it and then move on. After this, Pema gets rather worried about me and holds my arm while we descend stairs - so I call him 'Amah'.
That evening , s there is no internet, we go for a walk, stop in totally Tibetan cafe and order what turns out to be momos with unidentified meat. Probably yak. I manage two and feel queasy and stop. The boys are troupers and finish them up. Hilarity from the staff, of course.
