I Nepali, Thanks for replying to my post and also thanks for the two additional pics - sent me on a trip down the memory lane. The first one is the Laban Rata resting house and restaurant. We stayed in one of the chalets next to the main building. Amazing setting. I remember, there was a roaring stream immediately to the right, which forced itself out of steep solid rock crevasses, making a final descent in dancing long swirls towards the bottom. Spectacular. Also spectacular was the sight viewed from the Lows Gully - its dizzyingly deep gash down below separating the jagged pinnacles in the east from the rest of the western range, Lows Peak included. The weather held superbly for us, which made the climbing experience all the more interesting. An amazing array of plants, orchids and what not. The bushy shrubs and rhododendrons reminded me so much of my trips I had taken in my teen years from my home village in the east to all those 'sunrise' spots along the Ilam/Darjeeling border. It appears from your pic, it was a wet day when you lot got there. It would have been an edifying experience for you and your colleague. Okay, I might recite one of favourite lines from Wordsworth below; the latter recounts his experience having climbed Mount Snowdon. It goes something like this: The moon stood naked in the heavens, Immense above my head and on the shore, ? a huge sea of mist which meek and silent Rested at my feet. So all that wrath of rain, fog and ?mist? was worth the effort after all. Carpe Diem