Countless rows of gas and supplies to go to base camp
Because there was no view of Everest from the Everest No View Hotel, we had to make do with a little model inside my finger in the photo above is pointing to Everest 
And my finger pointing to the mountain to the right of Everest is Lhotse and in between is the western cwm where our camp two is camp three is highbon the Lhotse face
As today is a rest day but we do an acclimatisation hike up to the air strip and the Everest View Hotel. The air strip is really interesting because we can see lots of supplies that’s being taken up to base camp for all the teams. We see more gas bottles than you can count, row after row and blue barrels all filled with our food supplies and kit that we sent ahead. While we’re there another old Russian twin otter plane takes off and goes back down the valley. It has just dropped more supplies that have come up from Lukla to be taken be helicopter to base camp.
The Everest View Hotel I have renamed The Everest No View Hotel. When we got there Everest was shrouded in cloud and hiding her beautiful self from us still. The Everest Hotel was built by the Japanese to ferry rich Japanese tourists here to spend the night on oxygen and take some photos, stay in a crappy freezing cold Hotel and return home the next day. But at least they can say they saw Everest. Mind you I’m not sure what happened if the clouds were there but usually in the early mornings you can get a clear view. Today the clouds came early because we got there about 10am. Needless to say the hotel didn’t work because people would arrive and faint or become ill as they’re not acclimatised. it was a bit of a publicity stunt that backfired and it closed down. Now though, the Nepalese have taken it over and opened it up again and it functions mostly for people like us, coming for tea or lunch and to see the view. Or look at the pretty clouds lol.
We had some tea and returned back to Zamling Tea House. Passangs Mum came to take him back home and to thank me for helping him. She gave me a khata which is a scarf worn around the neck with stringy bits on the ends, like its unravelling. But it’s supposed to be like this as the threads when they come off, they go up to the gods.