[Not even the discomfort of a cold night or sugar in the porridge could detract from the awe-inspiring sight of the sun rising over Everest and the Himalayas – and the sound of school girls singing through the dark. Not surprisingly, this magical memory has stayed with me and influenced a scene in my novel OVERLANDERS.]
TUESDAY 28TH DECEMBER, 1976 – Part One
“Banging on door at 6. No one felt like waking – pretty cold because only a few blankets and no bag.
Staggered out and up very steep hill again (Nagarkot about 6,000ft) View was breathtaking – mist rising out of valley – mysterious blue ridges, then dark blue ranges of the Himalayas, nearer ones snow-capped, waiting for sun to rise – great feeling of expectancy. Gradually deep pink light began to seep into valley and catch the peaks – snow really burning in dawn light. Then sun rose to the left of them all – brilliant orange light. Saw Everest’s blue peak clearly – little orange cloud above it.
Group of girls chanting down the road – lovely sound.
Down hill again for breakfast. They put sugar in the porridge and the coffee! Not my lucky day!
Set off 8.30 down to Karapati again – met a little guide (in his pyjamas!) – thought Pam woul know an Aussie girl that he had the passport photo of, because she came from Oz! He pattered along beside me – english quite good, 11 years old. I gave him my passport photo (spare copy) and wrote my address for him – he looked at picture and said “very good” with a grin!”
Girls singing in the sunrise, Nagarkot, 1976