Samagoan

It is raining when we wake up, I feel sorry for the women we watched working in the fields yesterday as now the harvest will be delayed. Plus three of our party seem to suffering from a virus infection.

We set off walking beside the river and stop in Shyala for morning tea. I think this was possibly the best lemon honey ginger tea of trek. After leaving the village we cross the Numla Khola and arrive in a high plateau dotted with grazing yaks.
Samagoan is a village of two halves, the lower part is where the Tibetan yak herders live in very basic accommodation and the upper part has the lodges for trekkers and climbers. Samagoan is the gateway to Manaslu. Just occasionally you have the feeling of being in a visitor to a poverty museum. In our globalized society no four year old child should die from diarrhea.