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As the valley opened up into the plain again, I think we all felt a sense that we were now going back to the worlds we had known before. For me there was that same little twinge of sadness coming out of the mountains that I have when taking the first step off the peak or down from the pass. It is the twinge of a triumphant moment passed, of a goal conquered, and of the need for a new one to take its place. We would find ourselves back in Darchen within two hours, loading up our Landcruiser and making the quest for Qomolungma (Everest). After that would be Nepal and points beyond--and closer to home. Previous Image
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