Our tent is called Mango. Mango is made up of a tarp, tent, four poles, 18 stakes, a rain cover with one more pole, me, Zoe, and Charlie. I claimed the middle spot of our tent quickly so I could be sandwiched between my tent buddies. Charlie is on my right, and Zoe is on my left. Mango is the best tent there is. She has a set of 10 rules:
- No shoes inside Mango.
- Last one out or in zips the screen.
- If I have to pee in the middle of the night, Charlie probably has to too, so I will wake her up to come to the toilet tent with me.
- Nighttime lullabies are a must. Nighttime song selection consists of: Resham Firi ri, Ain’t No Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani, American Boy by Kanye West, Country Roads by John Denver, and What Goes Around Comes Around by Justin Timberlake.
- If you fart (this one is especially made for Zoe), you first must yell “padnus!” (“Please fart,” in Nepali), then you must fan your fart out of the tent.
- Story time starts promptly at 8:30 and lasts for 30 minutes, as bedtime is at 9 o’clock sharp.
- First one up in the morning is required to wake everyone else up with a “you better shubba prahbat your butt out of that sleeping bag right now,” followed by vigorous shaking.
- Our appearances first thing in the morning are not to be commented on, discussed, thought about, or even remembered after the morning has ceased.
- No judging about trekking hygiene is allowed. One’s trekking hygiene may consist of different sounds, smells, tastes, looks, and feelings than you’re used to.
- When it gets cold (which is absolutely unavoidable while in the Himalayas), we snuggle up because there’s nothing allowed but warmth and love inside Mango.
So those are Mango’s rules, she’s a tough one.