A knock on the door at 4am reminds us the sky is clear- and the climb to Poon Hill for the sunrise is a Ghorepani institution. The cold bites, but the spectacular vista is more than worthwhile.The next couple of hours see us getting lost, returning to our starting point and realising that our map is wrong. Not a little bit, but a lot......towns are in the wrong place!
Still, we push on and reach Tadapani in time for dinner. And along with a troupe of Aussies, we meet a Dutch yoga master, Ferry, and over the next few days share some agonising and ecstatic times together, ascending, descending and taking in the magical views.
We arrive at Chhomrung quite early the next day and, on the advice of some likely English lads, sample some famous Chhomrung pizza. The legend continues. The ABC-bound group swells, as Stuart from NZ and Debra and Elanor from the UK also pull into our guest house for the night. 
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