The hardest journey…

It is hard to describe in a handful of words the journey we have take over the last few days. On Sunday we left behind the relative safety and luxury of the jeep, and began walking. On the second day we walked over 30km through the Himalayas, over a snowy pass, with no place to stop for over 8 hours. We trekked 12 hours, arriving at Lalits remote village in the dark, to an incredible tribal drumming welcome. At one point I fell, and was lucky not to break any bones; a stark reminder of how easy that would be in this hostile part of the world.  We have lived with Lalits family, in conditions that are unimaginable to a westerner. Literally like living in the Middle Ages. Over the next few posts I will try to describe life here.