As dawn tries to banish the night, I make my way through the desolate village. Other trekkers have already made their way to the local coffee shop and are getting ready for the climb.
Not quite daylight and not still night. A blue light is cast over the temple.
The Trekking Office in the village isn’t open for business yet, so I wander around the buildings.
Mr. Panika’s Shop is getting ready. If you can’t find it here, you probably don’t really need it.
I walk through the empty Yeti Museum. The locals have a special relationship with the Protector of the Forbidden Mountain.
The craftsmanship of the people is overwhelmingly beautiful and complex.
What could have caused everyone to vanish so suddenly ?
Could the carvings in this temple offer a clue ?
Darkness falls and the mountain winds cry
Are shadows moving along the mountain ?