Donkey trains could be any size from about a dozen to about five dozen.  You could be traveling against them or with them.  They would generally avoid you, but you didn't want to be walking next to the edge of a cliff; you wanted to be on the rock wall side if donkeys were coming at you.

Days later, we'd be hit by wave after wave of these trains, so many that the traffic jams would become a major problem, with several donkey trains backed up at the suspension bridges along with foot traffic.

It was hot, more than hot enough for lizards to sun themselves happily on the rocks.  There were also some very large beetles.

We had just crossed this suspension bridge, when these three guys came along on the far side of the bridge and tried to get their two cows and a calf to go across the bridge.  One of the cows was refusing and they couldn't make it.  So one of the guys picked up the cow's calf to entice the cow to cross.  It was a very funny scene, and it did eventually work, but the cow was exploding piss and crap and the three guys were a mess.

Small temple - I guess it was Hindu, because it lacked Buddhist prayer flags.

Two sisters in Bagarchhap who ran, with the husband of the one on the left, the Marsyangdi Hotel and Lodge.