This is what most the route was like at the bottom of the mountain: stepping up and over rocks and roots. No matter, the surroundings were gorgeous, there was birdsong everywhere, and the constant stream of disbelieving porters coming in the other direction was worth a thousand laughs each time. Our progress was as fast as an average trekker, only it was interupted a hundred times a day with questions from tourists and porters alike.
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