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91 Common Everyday Items That Bring Huge Profits on Ebay

(The books I publish are always proof read and corrected before publishing on Kindle! David Snode)

8-track players! That's just one of the 91 items listed in this booklet that you can sell for a nice profit on eBay. Most likely you have some of these gathering dust around your house. Many others can be found at garage sales and thrift stores for a fraction of what you could sell them for. So, do you need a little cash? Do you want to start your own business selling stuff on eBay? Buy this booklet and get started today!

(The books I publish are always proof read and corrected before publishing on Kindle! David Snode)

8-track players! That's just one of the 91 items listed in this booklet that you can sell for a nice profit on eBay. Most likely you have some of these gathering dust around your house. Many others can be found at garage sales and thrift stores for a fraction of what you could sell them for. So, do you need a little cash? Do you want to start your own business selling stuff on eBay? Buy this booklet and get started today!

Silva trudged up the narrow dirt road. It was just a foothill next to the mountains around it, but the climb up it was still enough to drench one with sweat on a warm day. Silva's long athletic legs made task easier but only the merriest of optimists would call the day warm. It was hot. At the top of the hill was her destination, a small but stylish house. It's location was chosen precisely because it was a long trudge up a hill to get to, an effective deterrent to uninvited guests. Silva herself wasn't exactly invited but she more or less had a standing appointment.
When she got to the door Silva knocked before she even stood still. The door on its part remained firmly closed and locked. Silva became annoyed as she slowly regained her breath, the hike she had just done was not one she would have undertaken without a purpose, now it appeared the entire journey may have been wasted.
Silva walked around the house to see what she could see. In the back of the house there was a barrel that collected rain water from the roof. After a moment of hesitation about the cleanliness of the water (it was cleaner than the water served in most city restaurants) she grabbed a cup sitting next to the barrel and drunk deeply. She poured several cups of water over her head and sighed in the relief. When she opened her eyes she saw a boy of 13 or so standing halfway between the house she was at and the previous one. He was staring gap jawed at her. Silva gave a puzzled look. Then with a glance down she realized that her wet blouse had become see through. She gave seven angry steps forward, not sure what she would actually do, when the timid boy turned and ran back down the hill.
Silva leaned against the house. It was still morning but between the hike, the heat, the empty house and the spying boy she was exhausted. Then she heard a meow. She looked up and over to see Nolan the cat whining and pawing at the window from inside the house. When Silva placed her hand against the window Nolan pawed at it furiously, trying to make contact. Silva had planned to just go back to her home but now felt compelled to get inside and check on the cat. She checked under the doormat and flower pots for a key, there wasn't one. She then started smashing rocks. The sixth one she smashed broke apart to reveal a key which did not open the front door but did open the back. Inside she found Nolan's food and water dish were bare, he quickly dug in when feed. She cleaned out his litter box, which was definitely not bare.
It wasn't unusual for Silva's sister to go out of town on business. If it was just two or three days she'd just leave out extra food for the cat but if she was going to be away longer she would have asked someone to look after him. But here clearly no one was looking out for Nolan. So then where was her sister? Her mind drifted to the worst possibilities. Silva went to the bathroom to retrieve one of her sister's combs. Then in the kitchen she found a brass pot and a bottle of winter mango oil. Silva poured the oil in the brass pot then pulled out one of her hairs and dropped it in. It floated. Then she pulled a hair out of the comb and dropped it in. Her sister's hair sank like a rock. (Hair of the living floats in winter mango oil in a brass pot while a dead man's hair sinks. There's nothing magic about this, it's just common knowledge.)
Silva sat down in the living room to cry for a while. Everything her sister did wrong faded from memory and the woman became saintlike in Silva's mind. The attention starved Nolan curled up on her lap and purred contently. Silva allowed herself to sit there and cry for just twenty minutes (not that she was timing herself, but that's how long it was.). Silva then went down to the crawlspace under the house where she found a small brown wood briefcase.
When they were children Silva and her sister's father made it no secret that he would have preferred boys. Much to their mothers distress he decided that if he could not have sons he would at train his daughters in skills of a manly nature. He taught them to use a bow and arrow; to track game; to repair household items. Despite all his efforts they were never tomboys, both were feminine to the end. Not that they were incapable; they could more or less do these tasks as well as the average man. Her sister tended to be more skilled in these pursuits than Silva. Even though they both carried out these tasks as a chore forced upon them Silva could not help but feel a little jealous that her little sister usually bested her.
There was one area where Silva did out perform her sister, that was with a blowgun. When aiming at a target board her sister could hit the bulls-eye easily. However when hunting small game she could never hit anything while Silva could. So the whole family was surprised when her sister spent all her childhood savings on an expensive blowgun set. Perhaps she thought a pricey blowgu

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DAY 16

Altitude: 3, 657 m / 11, 998ft.
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It was quite dark when we had reached last night; the ISRO scientists found their (government) circuit house a couple of kilometers before our overnight halt. Sonam, a trek guide whom we had offered lift on the way, helped us to locate our destination easily.

The guys in the resort thought in all probability we were not going to check in at all. However, were immediately shown to our respective tents and requested to be in the dining tent within an hour. It had started to rain soon after, forcing the mercury to drop by several degrees. The dinning tent and portable washrooms situated slightly away implied getting wet. Not purchasing a waterproof alpine jacket for this trip proved to be a mistake.

Refrigeration not being possible in absence of electric connection in the resort (which is the best accommodation in the area and operates for only three months), we were served an elaborate meal but canned (tuna) fish. All the commodities needed to be transported in from Leh, away at 230 km / 143 miles.

Surprisingly though there was a television in the kitchen tent with cable network connection (Tata Sky), where resort staff had their dose of entertainment every evening for two hours (for that’s how long the generator was kept on). We could hear the blare of music on MTV and patter of the raindrops shattering the otherwise silent night. A group of three French trekkers had joined us for dinner in the large tent, with a small showcase in the corner displaying local handcrafted items for sale (woolens, brass spoons and tiny wooden tea cups).

Post dinner, brushing and cleaning later, couldn’t wait to get inside the cozy warmth of the blankets and curl up next to the hot water bag. In different circumstance the twin iron beds in the tent may have reminded the ones in the state run hospital (which are pathetic by the way) and could have been less than inviting but after such a long drive and on a freezing cold night it seemed tremendously luxurious!

The absurdly cold morning begins with a gloomy sky, with whiffs of clouds suspended near the summits of the mountain range. The rain has stopped and none other than the kitchen staff is up this early. Glad that according to Ankur’s advice had placed all the clothing items (for this morning) under the blankets of the other bed. Everything else outside seems to be coated in a shield of ice! Freshen up and change before morning walk and photography.