Passing the nut
I was trekking alone between Namche Bazaar and Thangboche, in the Nepali Himalaya. I was walking fast, in pleasant heathland country, and presently I saw far ahead of me another solitary figure, moving in the same direction. It was a robust Sherpa woman, wearing long aprons and a high embroidered hat. As I passed, however, her left hand suddenly shot into mine. For a moment we touched. Neither of us spoke, and I was too suprised to stop, but I felt some small hard object pass from her hand into mine. I looked down to see what it was, passed so strangely from traveller to traveller, and found it was a small brown nut. When I turned around to thank her for it, she grinned and nodded and waved me on.