One month into my stay in the little Nepali village, a regular day in Ghunsa felt just that – entirely regular. The gentle clanging of yak bells in the early morning was as natural a sound to me as the gurgle of magpies that had woken me in Australia for eighteen years. Walking from my room in the family’s guesthouse to the living room above the stable for breakfast, the spectacular Himalayas no longer shocked me as they loomed over the village on both sides. read more
