After an hour or so, as we planned to go out for dinner, I noticed that I didn't have my wallet with me, and I instantly knew I had left it in the car. After futile attempts of searching for it my rucksack and my pant pockets, we decided to call him. I tried calling him continuously for about half an hour, and he wouldn't pick. I had carried enough cash to sustain for a week, all in new 500 currency notes. More importantly, it had my passport photographs along with my IDs in original, which was required when we trek into Nepal.
As we entered a restaurant for dinner, I got a call from him, and I asked about my missing wallet. Luckily he was in the vicinity of the restaurant and handed me the wallet. He promptly asked me to check if all the cash was present. I felt so small. I was reluctant to even look into the wallet. But he insisted. So I just peeked into my wallet, and confirmed without counting the money. He made my day. People like those are very rare to find, at least here in the place I live (not to offend anyone). He never seemed like a guy who would keep the wallet and disappear. But the delay in his response had got me worried. In the end, after the dinner, a good night's sleep was bound to come after all the happenings that too on the first day of the trip!!
As I mentioned that the Sherpas are good mountain climbers, our trek guide and co-guide were again Sherpas. The guide Tsange Dai was skinny, not so tall, fair in complexion seemed to be in his early thirties. We were in awe when he revealed his age. He was 45, but never looked like a day older than 30. As they say the mountain people stop aging after 30 until 60. It was very strange to digest that he was 45. I am still amused by his fitness levels.