Well like every good trip through impoverished countries (or territories as this case may be) a break down by the side of the road is bound to happen at least once. We were on our way back from Tashilhunpo Monastery when our van started making horrible sounds and smoke was appearing from the back. We proceeded on, as every good tour leader would do. Only every couple of miles we'd stop, go to the side of the road to grab water (or slimy nasty stuff sometimes) and pour it on the tires. Eventually we came to a shanty town type spot where we stopped to get the car looked at. The fix was not to be too quick so after sitting around for an hour or so we hailed a van back to Everest. The new van was even smaller and less comfortable and we would proceed on for what seemed like the longest drive of the trip yet. Still, we made some fun from it.
myself and a local getting very casual. the talk of marriage was even in the mix. her "apron" thing means she's married and when i commented on it she jokingly whisked it away to show me that she was free.