Head for Heights – Helen Anderson – Sydney Morning Herald
In the Himalayan foothills, Helen Anderson walks among remote villages and rhododendron forests.
The butler dispatches the ball with the accuracy of Zaheer Khan. The Tibetan chef smiles – he’s always smiling – as he wields the hand-whittled bat like a meat cleaver. He attempts a slog-sweep, misses entirely and the three wonky stumps teeter.
This is no reflection of the chef’s skill, for no one, least of all the batsman, can actually see the ball, fashioned from a couple of men’s socks. The sun is slipping behind the snow-capped Great Himalayan Range and the pitch is illuminated weakly by a rising moon. The temperature is plummeting, but the Leti XI, as I call them, play on with Indian intensity. Only the two Australian fielders are shivering.