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  1. #11
    Join Date
    Sep 2009

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    A Tale:

    I trekked the AC in May 1994 with a group of six other people; we'd all been travelling alone and had met up in Kathmandu via the Kathmandu Guesthouse's message board. We called ourselves the Orphan Trekkers.

    Eventually, the faster walkers - Pete, Scott and I - found ourselves atop the Thorung La. Pete, the oldest of us (at a dizzying 31 years of age), was a doctor from the US who was working at the charmingly-named Diarrhoea Hospital in Dhaka. Scott was a chilled California surf dude (though do I remember with delight his sense-of-humour failure half way up the pass).

    So there we are, at 5416m, enjoying the view and feeling smug, when Scott spits thoughtfully onto the snow; the spit is an odd dark colour, and we look at each other worriedly. Pete: 'Dude, you're spitting blood - we have to get down'. So down down down we rush, Pulmonary Oedema on our (Scott's) tail. Eventually we make it down far enough that it seems that no-one is going to die this day. Pete spits. It too is an odd dark colour, and we look at each other worriedly. His hand tenses around the confectionery he and Scott have been sharing: a large bar of oddly, darkly-coloured Cadbury's Chocolate.

    No-one died that day.
    Last edited by andyoxus; 20th November 2010 at 12:35 AM. Reason: typo

  2. #12
    Join Date
    Oct 2005
    British Columbia, Canada

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    yet another story... (every trek produces several funny stories...)

    Christmas 2005, we were pretty tired as we arrived at the first lodges in Dole.
    I took my pack off and was about to take a look at the lodges, when an old wizened and toothless woman came out of one. She looked at me and started to laugh hysterically. My wife and I looked quizzically at each other and then back at the old woman. She then pointed at me, rubbed her belly, then said "baby" while cackling, and made hand movements indicating a pregnant belly.

    Needless to say, I was terribly offended. No way was I going to stay there! We moved on to the lodge just across the stream (5 min), where no one laughed at my belly.

    (since that episode, I ensure I wear loosely fitting clothing)

    I've never lived that one down.

  3. #13
    Join Date
    Jul 2008

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    Apropos of Landfall's story:

    Trekking langtang, on a hot day in full sun/no shade, I thought I might treat myself to a cold drink iced in a bucket at the next village. As I approached on a long steep stair case, a 50-ish woman sitting on the wall keenly observed me approaching. As I passed her, only 10 stairs to go till I could purchase a cool drink, she looked at me, made an arm gesture for "too big body" and pronounced: "too much dahl baht." Embarrased, I walked on to the next place before stopping for a drink. After that, whenever a nepali asked me "why you so fat", I responded "too much dahl baht" , which was always met with resounding laughter.

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