Not all those that wander are lost.

Maybe not, but at times I have wondered if walking by myself is such a good idea.
The trip from Kathmandu to Besisahar went smooth enough although as soon as I was seated in the bus and opened my newspaper the first article I saw was "major riots in Besisahar, curfew declared". As it turned out all that I saw from the riot was a badly beaten up car with all the windows smashed in being driven around by a group of youths with their faces covered by bandanas.
What turned out to be a more significant impediment during my walk so far has been the state of the track and the height of the rivers. Just getting to the bridge that crossed the river frequently meant having to wade through waist deep water.

Then again the spectacle of the raging river made the effort well worthwhile.

On the second day out I crossed a rockslide when the whole section I was on decided to head down hill. Only a reflexive action by me to jam one of my walking poles in between the rocks saved me from being bashed to death on the rocks before being dumped in the river. As it is I got cuts and bruises over most of my body but luckily nothing broken.

That definitely shook me up a bit and I spendt a good half an hour sitting, well away from the rockslide, trying to get myself together again. Eventually a group of porters showed up and decided that I better come with them for the rest of the day. They carried my pack, told me where to put my feet on the steep slopes and in general encouraged me along a brilliant lot and I am gratefull I met them.

The next few days I started to settle in to my walking rhytm and while I was still sore from my fall the actual hiking was getting easier. The air is getting a little cooler as well and everywhere there are waterfalls, brightly coloured flowers and green fields.

Slowly the culture changes as well with signs of Bhudism becoming more visible, there are beatifully painted entrance gates to the villages and mani walls and prayer wheels around every corner.

The one thing I haven't seen yet though is mountains. With lots of low hanging clouds you only get a glimpse of snow every so often. this doesn't bother me much but the only other trekkers i have met so far, two Brittish guys and their guide, were rather disappointed.
The climb across the Thorung Lah was similar to the other days but being so high you are actually walking in the clouds rather then looking at them and route finding was occaisionally difficult. What did supprise me was how strong I feel and how easily I climb.