Tongba on my Birthday

After a long days of walking we were in Namche Bazzar again. This is me sandwiched in some crazy Italians and a typically conservative German, drinking Tongba. This stuff was a huge container of some sort of fermented millet into which hot water was poured. It was horrible tasting and didn't even make you drunk. Even if I wasn't hammered, hanging with the Italians was a total blast. I went back to my guest house with a killer headache, mostly from laughing!

I told several people it was my 43rd birthday. Not sure why, since I only turned 42!!!