Namche Bazaar

There is no way to capture the scene with a camera from my tea house bedroom window in Namche Bazaar this morning.  I stood there doing my best to drink it all in, hoping I could describe it with words.

When we hiked in the afternoon before, the clouds were rolling in over the village.  I wondered if there would be massive snow-capped peaks behind the layer upon layer of houses stacked on the steep hills.

The morning sunlight revealed – yes – there were.

Shall I start at the top, or at the bottom?  Both places, equally beautiful! 

I shall start with those white Himalayan beauties at the top of my view.  They could be Everest – they are that huge.  But they’re some other grand mountains, the highest in the world, and I cannot even remember their names.

They loom over and around this village, forever white, making the huge mountains in front of them almost seem small.

And then there are the stacks of quaint homes and tea houses perched on the valley walls of Namche.  Our tea house is on the valley floor, right at the entrance to this enchanted place, and only a short walk to the shop lined streets.


So my view from my third floor room, I’m quite sure, truly must be the most special view of all.


I’m looking right down on the stupa, prayer flags in the bright colors of green, blue, red, white and yellow flowing in the morning breeze.  I can hear the bells of the prayer wheels turning – or perhaps yak bells – I think a little of both.

Behind old rock walls, families are preparing for the day as the sun comes up.

I see a mother brushing her daughter’s hair.  I see clothes, freshly washed in the freezing cold water of the stream, being laid out on tin roofs to dry.

Goats and yaks and donkeys are being fed as smoke rises from chimneys.

And I stand in my window, not wanting to move, overwhelmed at the privilege of watching this day unfold.


4 Responses to “Namche Bazaar”

  1. Cheryl says:

    Chills. I have a feeling I’m going to get a lot of these as I read your journal entries. As always, thanks for including us by sharing. You are one special person to maintain the childlike quality of continuing to see the world with wonderment…although it might be hard to imagine seeing this view in any other way. 🙂

  2. Kim says:

    I can imagine I am there! Thanks!!!

  3. Marcea Clive says:

    Thanks, Sandy. I love it.

  4. lawaanda calton says:

    I somehow missed this back in November! Love reading it this morning…..seeing it as you describe, hearing the sounds, smelling…..Oh thank you!!

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