When we last reminisced to our serial adventures on a trek in Nepal we were sipping lemon tea and gnawing on some nak cheese, storing up energy and oxygen for a hike up, up and away above Gorak Shep. This was far from the last day of our trip, but it was the end of driving upwards and discovering the awesome views from higher terrain. The view was already surreal, to the point that my mind couldn’t correlate the mixture of the setting and the inhabitants. It was almost something I’d expect to see coming from a digital camera on a Mars Rover. I could just ride with my imagination though, it wasn’t hard. I don’t remember seeing a single specimen of plant life anywhere, and the barren, sandy soil had a rusty tint to it, and the thinning air sure helped to believe it.