I am sitting here in Goro II with the sun burning into my back, looking at the groups of porters huddled in their rock structures under tarps (clear or blue) that are propped up by their walking sticks. The lifestyle is one of great curiosity for me and commands all of my admiration and respect. Singing is common and I have gotten used to their chatter and conversation – although I can’t understand a word of it. Tanya says that when we return home she will hear the scraping of rocks and Balti refrains for a long time. I think she is right.