It’s almost midnight here in my village Nako.
At 12,000 feet, my clothes are hanging outside the room. In the cold winds of 3 degrees they are trying to dry themselves. When I touch them, they are as cold as they were on washing. Cold but not colder than their surrounding.
At 22,362 feet, Reo Purgyil is laughing into the night loudly, on seeing my clothes trying to dry. Lol.