My hanging T-shirt in jumla

I'm very quite and nervous to say that the things happening in Jumla. It is some interesting and real some how mysterious, some how stupid statement, my hanging t-shirt in jumla. After Christmas i joined the annual trek to view how Jumla is economically linked to the lowland region to the North. Our fellow travelers carried baskets filled with medicine herbs, hashish, hand knit sweaters and blankets to trade in jumla. It was quite hard journey. As we began the steep climb, windswept ridge, a handsome Chhetri women of about 30 turned the tables on us. Where are you going?" she asked- the question we had put to hundred of other many months. Your t-shirt is strange. You are from a distant village," she observed," Did you come on the wind ship i have seen in the sky?" yes," i said, and then she asked a favor that exhibited, poignantly, how small a universe still surrounds many people in the hinterlands of Nepal. As i descended to lower elevations winter gradually lost its grip. The trail passed through a strange forest of skeletal looking sal trees, with scarcely a leaf left on them, and we heard the sound of chooping from several directions. High in the trees women were chooping the few remaining green branches and dropping them to the ground to feed their goats. It was evident that in a few years these people would be bare and eroded. The most of the interesting things to say is apple and orange cultivation. Apple cultivation is popular in Jumla. I found myself walking wide eyed down the middle of a paved street in Jumla absorbing the barrage of new sights, smells, and sounds. I was beside himself at the sight of automobiles and horse- drawn carts. I raced off to buy sweets, dogging pretzels piled on leaf plates. I watched the hill people swarm from to shop in the bazaar. The fast talking merchants, they aung together, buying their cotton cloth from the same dealer, then moving on a aluminum, iron ware, spice and jewelry stalls. Back in our base camp to sumla. We pushed the research project to completion. I had witnessed the round of the seasons and had watched man and nature mesh in the often in hospitable western Himalayas. I had learned much in our 15 months of wandering a foot nearly 2,000 miles through western Nepal, and had gained a deep appreciation of its people. Still my t-shirt is hanging in the garden of Jumla. Please save it.