05:52 · The terrace
The first light reaches Everest, and then reaches you.
On a clear morning you can see the whole range, from Dhaulagiri in the west to Everest in the east. Maison Himalaya is a private house of nine suites. It has no reception desk, just a host who has made your tea before you've asked. — Anjali & Tenzing, your hosts
The first light reaches Everest, and then reaches you.
Two walls of books, a window seat and a wood stove. Faces Langtang.
A bed placed so the mountain is the first thing you see. There's a copper tub on the balcony.
A separate cottage in the apricot trees, with its own kitchen and garden.
Tenzing's grandfather farmed this ridge. The stone walls are his, and the timber came from fallen trees on the same slope. We added glass and warmth, and left the rest alone.
Meals come from the kitchen garden and farms within walking distance. There's no menu. Tell us what you love, and Tenzing cooks it over the fire.
We host at most eighteen guests at a time. The house works best when it's quiet enough to hear the prayer flags.
Masala chai delivered to your door, timed to the sunrise over Everest.
Eggs, honey and buckwheat pancakes, all from the hill.
Forest trails to Telkot, guided by a neighbour.
One long table, candles, and the stars.
“We didn't build a hotel. We opened our home to the mountain.”— Tenzing Sherpa, host