Afternoon clouds hang low by the time we reach Tengboche monastery, bringing a welcome drop in temperature after the long climb up above 12,600ft. We pause at the ornate gates and, after warding off an overly interested yak with our trekking poles, our leader Sailesh asks another guide to snap a group picture for us. He obliges, then we pull off our hiking boots and hurry into the shelter of the hushed temple as the first drops of rain fall.
Inside, Sailesh turns to me and says, “That man who took our photograph? That was Tenzing Norgay’s son.”
