When it comes to trekking, I hate the downhill! As we crouched under the prayer flags to head to the other side and proceed down we saw what was to come. The trail was steep, loose, and treacherous. It continued that way for as far as you could possibly see. My knees ached just thinking about the next several hours. I even considered whether I could just sit and slide down the mountain, but that did not look feasible. So off we went, for the next 4 hours it was down, down, down. Thank god for hiking sticks, but I could have used a big travel mountain bike. When we arrived in the next village we were greeted by calls from our trekking friends who were a bit surprised to see us. Based on John’s condition at high camp they thought we were going to go back down and rest for a day. We had a few hours to relax and then joined some of the group for dinner at our teahouse. This side of the pass was much more barren, apparently like Tibet. 
