A rough and real life adventure comprising of a night sleeping in hammocks in the jungle exploring the local nature, all the sights and sounds. The second night was spent in a local home whereby no one but the kids we able or really willing to talk to us.
Originally named the Egyptian market, it was set up to help with the upkeep of the new mosque complex.
As well as spices, nuts, honeycomb and olive-oil soaps, the market also sells large amounts of figs, turkish delights and increasing tourist trinkets.
Traveling around Asia there are many beautiful buildings and especially temples, So much detail in every aspect. I love the worn look of these beautiful two doors , so much history and so spectacular which you just can not recreate.
Lombok , Indonesia.
Luang Prabang, Laos.
A little slice of heaven in a city full of chaos.
scattered lodges and stunning surroundings at Orsho ,where the trail is surrounded by dotted memorials to lost climbers.
As Jin Kwon quotes “one piece of log creates a small fire, adequate to warm you up, add just a few more pieces to blast an immense bonfire, large enough to warm up your entire circle of friends; needless to say that individuality counts but team work dynamites.”
Yes i most probably could have made it by myself however the group made it a far more enjoyable experience.For the past 9 days we have lived , breathed and eaten nearly every second together. What was mine became yours and together we did it. Of course there were times we might have annoyed each other but that just life and is something you laugh about afterwards.
From Gorak Shep the walk is a draining scramble over an ever-changing rocky path across the Khumbu Glacier. The last section is probably the most dangerous and totally unexpected , you have to run the gauntlet of falling rocks that could take you out like a bowling bowl takes down a pin.Totally bemused , I’m not sure if its the lack of oxygen however all i hear is our guide say ” what ever you do, do not stop – move, move, move!”
I had read and was prepared that many people have unrealistic expectations of Base Camp, looking around at all the large boulders was like where do people pitch their tents. Being out of session there was no one camping, just your usual prayer flags wedged between rocks at the bottom of the Khumbu Icefall.
Your trusted guide book describes it as a “semi-permanent village of brightly-coloured dome tents” with a “fascinating,with groups from dozens of different nations playing cards, gambling, eating, reading, strumming guitars and doing everything possible to fill their time while they wait for the green light to climb to the summit”. Part have me regrets not seeing the camp in that state however it is impossible not be taken over by a state of achievement in reaching the camp.
We all have our personal moments of quiet reflection in the warm sunshine before joining the group for celebrations and photos.You congratulate everyone and everyone and vise versa, the world becomes one for a brief moment in time.
Final words have to go to saying that this was probably the best place in the world to celebrate my birthday,i still can’t believe that they carried all the way to the camp and then apologized that it probably wasn’t the best quality. Who cares, such an amazing thought.
The worlds highest glacier.
Spanning elevations from 4900m to 7600m, the Khumbu glacier paves the way to Everest Base Camp.Its spectacular ice wall is famous with climbers summiting Everest as one of the most dangerous obstacles on the standard south col route.
Gorak Shep (5160) at the foot of Kala Pattar and for the 1952 Swiss expedition the base camp for the Everest Summit.
Today is the day , we are going to make it to base camp.Getting up before dawn there is not much time other to get a quick bite and to fill our bottles with hot water. Yes it has to be hot anything that is not hot will instantly freeze.The initial section of the trail follows a narrow gap between the glacial moraine and the mountain wall. Our guide informs us that we have luck on our side , the weather gods are calm. Often freezing winds blow a gale down the narrow pathway adding further torment to tired , altitude effected trekkers.
The pathway turns into a toboggan run, I’m not sure who was more shocked , the yak or myself as i went skidding down an incline narrowly missing colliding into the yaks rear-end.Crampons was have defiantly been a beneficial aid. Our guide jokes with us ” normally its not icy like this, the recent storms in India has caused chaos”