April 5, 1997
Beverly Hills of the Khumbu
Todd Burleson calls Namche Bazaar "the Beverly Hills of the Khumbu." It's
easy to see why. At
about 11,500', Namche is a prosperous and pleasant place, although not
nearly
as big as the nearby villages of Khunde and Khumjung. The houses are
large
and comfortable, and the setting in its famous bowl unparalleled.
In a way, the place is the center of the Sherpa universe, particularly
on Saturdays when the Namche market brings people from all over the
region to buy and sell everything from meat to grain to Chinese tennis
shoes from Tibet. Wally Berg, Charles Corfield, and I have been strolling
through the market when we decide to take a break and stop at Ong Chu's
house.
Ong Chu is the expedition cook (on the trek and at base camp) and
general major domo, a squared-away guy who lives year-round in Namche.
Lhakpa Rita, the expedition sirdar, is also at Ong Chu's today. We're all
having a cup of hot lemon tea, Wally, Charles, and I are the only gringos
in the bunch. It's warm and comfortable inside by the stove, and there's
lots of market day activity.
Lhakpa's mom is in town for market from
Thame, a day's walk away, and she thinks the three of us are really
hysterical. She has the smooth skin and ruddy complexion of so many
Sherpas in the region, and to me it seems impossible to estimate ages.
Laughing and smiling, Lhakpa's mom stands up and produces three
khatas, Sherpa religious scarves. Wearing a big grin, she carefully places one
around each of our necks, and goes away, still laughing, leaving us
honored but wondering at the source of her amusement. I look out the
window and notice that the snow has finally stopped falling.