A few days after the event – it’s a bit difficult to remember all the details. They keep coming back to me in bits and pieces. Suffice it to say I am still dreaming of the knock on the door at 6am with tea and getting ready for 6-8 hours of walking – very slowly; up hills and down dales.
I remember the vertical climbs that seem to go on forever.
I remember laughing every night even though I was bone-weary most of the time.
I remember Rajinder holding my hand and coaxing me up the steep trail to Namche Bazaar (the first of two very, very hard days)
I remember playing all sorts of cheeky Nepali card games.
I remember donating my map as a birthday present at Thukla (Dhukla).
I remember tears in Labouche because I would not be making the last bit to EBC the next day because it would be too long by others standards and too dangerous for my slow walking.
I remember being teased about my snoring.
I remember the taste of fresh Pak Choi, stir fried at the tea houses.
I remember squabbling with Rajinder to get my Diamox at Phakding.
I remember taking a walk to look at the fields and birds at Dingboche (4400 mts approx depending on where you are) and then using photoshop at its sole cyber café!
I remember the most wonderful hot shower followed by a delightful Nepali dhal bhat at Pangboche that wiped all the dust, weariness and disappointment from my soul.
I remember being so stuffed up at Khumjung that I finished the Dan Brown – boring as it was.
I remember the gorgeous mountains – though I can’t remember all the names except Ama Dablam that dominated our way up to EBC and back!
I remember the party at Mon Jho – with home made hot toddies that involved Everest Whiskey.
I remember Sharkie and Gombhu carrying my water pack and offering me a drink of water every ten mins.
I remember lemon tea returning circulation to my cold, numb hands