On a typical day, we'd go high above the Marsyangdi, drop down to the Marsyangdi, and repeat.

I think this is the town of Jagat, which is where I paid a 1200Rs tax to the Maoists, who maintained a checkpoint for collecting this tax.  I saw a movie someone had placed on Youtube of their encounter, and I met the same spokesperson.  Very polite; asked me what was my nationality.  I replied 'American.'  He said he liked Americans, but didn't like George Bush.  I said, 'No problem there.'  (1200Rs is about $16.80USD).  I was given a receipt, which  I actually needed to show Maoists further on in the trip.

A small town along the river - suspension bridge is visible just past the end of the town.

This was my uniform for the trip - a gray shirt and green cargo pants.  At the end of the day, I'd wash the shirt (never washed the pants).  The first three days were very hot and I was very glad I'd brought sunblock.

This is Ram, my guide and porter on the trip.  He was 19 and had been doing this since he was 14.  He knew this trip well and I highly recommend him.  Always in good spirits, a tireless walker and he took good care of me at all the tea houses (I would place an order with Ram and he'd place the order and bring it to me when ready).  He also negotiated the rooms to be good rooms, and I had very few complaints. 

This is where we spent the night; it looks wet, but I don't remember the rain.  I met a British fellow (Mark) here who had been traveling for three years, starting in South America, moving through Europe, then India and then SE Asia.  He said Bolivia was the most interesting due to their having the most cavalier attitude to bus schedules and passenger safety.  He told of one time that he was riding a bus and getting to a bridge which was out.  All the passengers got out and carried their bags across the chest-high river, then waited on the other side for a bus to come and get them.