People seem to complain a lot about holidays.
There were cockroaches in the shower
They were building a new hotel next door
The bed linen wasn’t clean and the service was terrible.
On the way to Everest we walked two days march in one day
About thirty miles,
Up mountains and across high passes were prayer flags waved loudly
Then down steep rock strewn paths into deep green valleys.
We stayed in an outhouse storeroom attached to a tiny farm,
Bare boards for a bed.
The village dogs were howling at the full moon,
I took a sleeping pill.
I could hear rats scurrying about under my bed
As I fell into a deep velvet sleep
No complaints.
