I spent the night in the common room. Since the locals begin their activity at dawn, I immediately tried to agree that the owners would let me sleep at least until 9:00 in the morning. I wanted to get more sleep in order to recover from difficult transitions. They promised that no one would bother me until nine.
By 7:30 in the morning I had already had a wonderful sleep, and at 8:00 the movement began. Those with whom I agreed did come at 9:00. But it turned out that this room is also used by other people who do not even live in this house ...
In general, there are not many people in the village. Now the field work is in full swing and most of the residents spend the whole day in the fields. They grow mainly barley (tsampa is made from it), something similar to spinach and potatoes. The climatic conditions for agriculture are not very good here. So far, along the way in the Limi valley, there was a feeling that it was difficult with fertile fields here.
The greatest opportunities lie with Khalji. The other two villages were in a less advantageous position. There is one shop in Khalji. But there is nothing to buy in it (the border with China is closed due to the pandemic, the road to Nepal was washed away by rains). Therefore, the owner of the store closed it and also works in the fields.
The streets of the village (or is it still a medieval city?) are like a labyrinth. From the first time remembering the road to the place of the night was not easy. But, on the other hand, most of the city can be bypassed by roofs - the roofs of houses of entire neighborhoods are interconnected. And, apparently, the roofs here are a full-fledged public space.
A lot of children. Since the adults are all in the fields, it seems that there are, in principle, more children in the village than adults.
To be continued...