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Our lodge in Tengboche.

On our arrival at Tengboche in the Everest region of Nepal, we all needed a well-earned rest. Our lodge was adequate without being top of the range. On reaching the ridge where our lodge was situated we came out on a sort of plateau, the location of the small village of Tengboche. On the climb we were largely sheltered from the wind. Once at the lodge we were fully exposed to the biting wind which soon saw us all diving for our warm jackets. There were a few tables and chairs in front of the lodge which were on the sheltered side of the building and thankfully in the sun.

During the night the wind increased markedly and it became bitterly cold. I was pleased to have a very warm sleeping bag. I half expected bad weather the following morning as the clouds had been working up during the previous evening. It dawned quite clear of cloud for which we were grateful but the wind was still bitter first thing. I was so pleased that the fire was still burning in the dining room at breakfast time.

Mt Everest from Tengboche

The views upon reaching Tengboche are truly awe inspiring. Truly this is called The Roof of the World. What it would be like from the very top of Everest I can only imagine. This was our goal, so I had to be satisfied with the view as it was. And was it spectacular! Mighty mountains in all directions.

In the above photo of Everest taken from our lodge in Tengboche it is the dark mountain just left of centre. It is not a particularly impressive mountain from this vantage point, but that doesn’t matter.

I made it.

The enormous effort was worth it.

Writing this some nine months later it still amazes me that I was actually there. It astounds me that I achieved it. Since then I have been diagnosed as having diabetes. How I managed to get to Tengboche knowing that I had this condition totally puzzles me. Yes, to be honest, I did feel rather distressed at the time, but I put this down to slight altitude sickness, sheer exhaustion, lack of food due to poor appetite and an emotional response to having achieved my goal.

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• Avalanche! From my travel journal written during the trek.

Avalanche!

After a great deal of puffing and many rests we were steadily approaching our goal for the day, Tengboche. At 3875 metres this was the highest point of our trek. It was quite daunting to think that Everest Base Camp was still another five day’s walk away. I struggled to get to this point. How I would have managed the further distance is beyond me.

Not far from our goal we were interrupted by a low rumbling sound up the valley opposite the track we were on. Our guide quickly pointed to the avalanche gathering speed and height. Cameras began working overtime as we recorded this spectacular aspect of mountain life. I hasten to add that we were in no danger at all where we stood high on the side of the valley opposite. Nevertheless, within minutes we were walking in falling snow billowing all around from the avalanche – and our shoes were stirring up dust! How bizarre.

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• Avalanche! From my travel journal written on the trek.

Suspension Bridge, Nepal

As we left Namche Bazar I knew I was in for one the greatest challenges of the trek, perhaps of my life. That is not an exaggeration. In retrospect, writing this from the comfort of my office back home, it still amazes me how I did it.

The first few hours are relatively flat, although flat is not a word one uses often in this part of the Himalayas. By flat I mean that the path generally followed the contours of the mountains along the valley we were walking. Just before lunch in a small village (I forget its name) we dropped down rapidly into the valley.

After lunch we made another river crossing over a suspension bridge. This one, shown in the photo above, was perhaps the most unstable and ricketty of all the bridges crossed on our trek. Fortunately it was also one of the shortest and we crossed it with no problems.

From that point it was just a long, continuous hard slog up to Tengboche, our target for the day. Close to three hours of unrelenting climbing, sometimes very steep, always very challenging. Every step of the way I was gasping for every little bit of air I could get. Breathing became very laboured and very difficult. As for the climbing, it was just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, steadily plodding ever upwards. At times it almost felt as if I was marking time, I was making so little progress. Every step up the next rock seemed like another mountain.
I believe it is the hardest physical and mental activity I have ever attempted.

This climb tested me way beyond what I thought I was capable of physically, and that demanded an intense mental application just to keep the legs moving ever upward along the path.

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• Namche Bazar to Tengboche – my travel journal written at the time.

Some facilities are very basic in Nepal

Living in Australia one becomes accustomed to certain levels of comfort. Most public facilities are clean, well maintained, airy, roomy and hygienic. We become spoiled by our standard of living.

Visiting a third world country can be a bit of a culture shock. Actually – it can be a big culture shock. It can be rather confronting, in your face and challenging.

At times though it can be somewhat amusing.

“HOT SHOWAR” screamed the sign roughly painted on the door – see the photo above.

I had a sneak look inside. How one was supposed to carry out one’s ablutions in that tiny shed is a mystery. It was so small you’d have to step outside to change your mind! Notice the little drum on the roof with a rustic ladder leading to it.

This is the system: you order and pay for your shower. After about an hour’s wait – for the water to be heated up in the kitchen – the hot water is poured into the drum. You then enter the shower enclosure and bathe – as quickly as possible. If you finish before the water runs out you’ve obviously missed washing some very basic parts of your body. (What is THAT smell???).

And when you finish you run run the risk of freezing to death unless you can dry yourself and dress in thirty seconds flat.

Actually, the shower we used in Namche Bazar was simply palatial compared to the one shown in the photo above. Oh – and it was sooooo good to have a hot shower.