Bon Courage On Friday, we drove to Munshiari, where 400 centimeters of rain each year water the lush ferns that fringe its gushing streams, and the leaves of the horse chestnut trees are a glowing spring green. The Panchuli peaks loom over the valley, and old trading routes snake north, to Tibet. In the east, the river Kali marks our border with Nepal.
Unfortunately, the Spartan spirit doesn't live long enough😅.
This is true.
By the time I was about 50, it had begun to weaken hugely.