Another glimpse into the home of the host family where we spent the night during our trek. Opa makes us tea on the open fire, I have no idea how old he is but he sits as delicate as a bird of the wooden floor, while our joints and knees croak and moan as we try to make ourselves small in their small cluttered home. Opa is blind, to our eyes the room the cluttered and dark but opa knows where everything is and moves around with the ease that his age allows.
There is no flash used here, the light comes from the small window in the door behind opa,