Welcome to Lakpa, not Kinjo

Second day of walkingwith the night planned in Kutumsang, I arrive (sold out) at the top of a plateau, on a small farm/house. Immediately greeted with a big smile, I'm asked if I'd like a Coke, tea or a room for the night.

I rest for 5 minutes, thank them politely and continue on my way. But a rather magical scene forbids me to continue, and forces me to put the bag down to take a few photos**. Immediately, the inhabitants of the house come back to me and offer me their hospitality, claiming that I look tired.

Well, it's true that I'm tired, the sun sets in two hours, I've still got a good hour's walk, the place is beautiful... I'm thinking.

And why shouldn't I ask them to pitch my tent here on the plateau? I could just eat with them and pay for the meal. It's a deal, I'm staying.

I put my bag down and go straight into the house for tea.

Lakpa, who presents himself as the master of the house, is in fact Kinjo's younger brother, who has entrusted him with his wife and children. (Nima, Shilling and Sangay)After that, I didn't understand everything, especially when the grandfather came into the story.

They didn't want me to pay anything, as I was their guest and had spent the whole evening with them. I couldn't even pitch my tent outside, as a bed had been prepared for me.