Tomorrow we head out on a 28-day
trek in the Everest ("Khumbu") region. Of course, it
just wouldn't be any fun if we didn't have one of those infamous
12-hour bus rides, so we're on an all-day bus to Jiri, where the
trek begins.
Don't worry, we're taking a porter/guide to
help us find the way and, perhaps more importantly, carry our
pack. Full-time porters here can easily carry a 70 pound pack.
Ours is less than 20 pounds because 1) we
didn't bring that much underwear, and 2) our guide is sort of a
combination guide and porter, and we don't want to weigh him down
too much. Along the way we'll be staying in various lodges and
"tea houses," which in some cases won't be much more
than dormitory-style lodging. But we've been told the food is
pretty decent (mostly carbohydrates, which trekkers need to keep
going).
Our getting up at 4 AM to catch a
bus for the start of our 4-week Everest trek turned out to be in
vain since our guide/porter never showed. Undeterred we got
another guide the next day and headed out on a 10-hour public bus
ride to our starting point (Jiri). The first few days of the trek
were really difficult given our less-than Olympic physical
condition.
Initially we were crossing the valleys to
get to the Everest region and therefore by the time we reached
Namche Bazaar (the first stop in the Everest region) we had done
the equivalent of climbing up and back down Everest.
The days were long, starting about 8 am and
ending when our bodies collapsed around 4 or 5. After an early
dinner we would usually go to bed around 7:30 or 8. It was kind
of strange because sometime we would wake up at 10 or 11 PM,
thinking it must be time to get up already! The trek from Jiri to
Namche Bazaar was really nice because there are so few foreign
trekkers on this route. Most trekkers these days fly directly
into the region. The landscape was still quite green - the people
at the lower elevations grow rice, and a bit further up they grow
corn, barley, potatoes, etc., and many raise cows for milk.
The high, snowy mountain peaks were just
beginning to show way off in the distance. We also took up our
guide on his offer to visit his village. On that side trip we
didn't see any foreigners for four days and we were the subject
of much curiosity among the children.
Have you ever been stared at by twelve quiet
children at once? We were probably the first non-Nepalis to
visit, and we were about as interesting to the locals as a pair
of Martians would have been. One gastronomical highlight was
lunch in our guide's mother-in-law's cow shed along the way.
Picture us seated cross-legged on the ground in a small wooden
structure, huddled around a small, smoky wood fire, eating
roasted potatoes which we peeled ourselves with our (quite dirty)
hands and dipped in a mixture of salt and hot chili peppers. Next
to us, a young calf was enjoying its own lunch of branches and
leaves. The floor was decorated with an interesting pattern of
cow, um, dung. We figured if this meal didn't make us sick,
nothing would.
Once in the
Everest region we proceeded to hike up each of three valleys each
with its own trekking peak (Chukhung Ri @ 5559 meters, Kala
Pattar @ 5600 m., Gokyo Ri @ 5350 m.) The pace was actually much
slower in this area since the elevation is so great you can only
ascend about 500 meters (~1500 feet) per day otherwise you can
fall prey to altitude sickness.
Not hard to avoid
the serious symptoms but for those who ignore the signs (many do)
it can result in death. We heard of at least one confirmed death
while we were in the area. Our climbs to Chukhung Ri and Gokyo Ri
were simply incredible with sunny days and 360 degree vistas that
had impressive snow covered peaks in all directions.
It is both an incredible high being among
such giants and a very humbling feeling given your minuscule size
among the vastness of this untouched landscape. Unfortunately we
never made it to the peak of Kala Pattar having gotten caught in
the first of three snowstorms that set us back.
The nice thing about the snow is that
everything was coated in a beautiful layer of virgin white.
Although the snow was atypical this early in the year (October),
the cold weather was not. Some nights the water in our water
bottles would freeze since the rooms you sleep in are not at all
insulated (just plywood between you and the outside) and there is
no heating at all - save the stove during the time they're
cooking meals. It was really nice being away from the sounds (and
smells) of cars and most electrical things for all of 4 weeks.
The people were incredibly friendly,
although not being able to speak more than a few words of
Nepalese and Sherpa it was hard to have very meaningful
conversations with anyone other than our guide
(who learned English from talking to
tourists - its impressive how many people have learned this way)
and other foreign tourists we met along the way (usually very
interesting folks). The main sound outside the door was the
pleasant tinkling of the bells on the yaks (which look something
like a cross between a cow and a woolly mammoth, and are used as
pack animals in the high regions of Nepal and Tibet).
The next step, having accomplished
the toughest feat of our lives (getting to these places alive and
un-frostbitten), was to get back down the hill.
Unfortunately, you can't just ski down! Some
of the days were tough, as we were sliding through ice and mud,
but once we hit the lower altitude, things got easier, and we
were delighted to see trees, grass and waterfalls once again.
I was amazed how I'd forgotten how green
the world can be. We went a bit crazy in bakery just above Namche
Bazaar, having eaten nothing but fried noodles, fried rice, fried
potatoes, eggs and dal bhat for many weeks. Oh, a short note
about dal bhat - the national food of Nepal - and just about
their only food - it's a big plate of rice served with lentils
and sometimes some curried vegetables (often potatoes). Yup,
that's what they eat twice a day, and they love it and are very
thankful for it . Sometimes it's delicious and spicy and
sometimes it's pretty darn bland. Usually it's an all-you-can-eat
plan, and it's definitely the ideal trekking food because it's
chock full of carbohydrates. For anyone who's curious to try it,
there's a Nepali restaurant near our house - it's on El Camino in
San Carlos. We actually met the owner's brother during our trek,
and had heard of it but never been there.
The next big adventure was our air
transportation back to Kathmandu.
You have the
choice of a tiny plane or a big helicopter. We ended up with the
helicopter ride! After waiting 4 hours for the damn thing to
finally arrive quite late (see, delays don't just plague the big
cities), we nervously climbed in with a tour group of 20 Germans
and a flight-phobic Slovenian. In-flight meal service consists of
a tray of cotton (for your ears) and candy (to suck on) which
gets passed down the line. Everyone is sitting on bench seats on
either side of the helicopter, with your back facing the windows,
starting at each ot her over the big pile of luggage in the
middle. Then suddenly the helicopter starts to rise, straight up!
It took about 45 minutes until we landed
safely in Kathmandu, effectively covering the same distance that
had taken us 8 days to achieve on foot.
Once we were back, our main
priority was a shower - it had been 3.5 weeks (don't worry, it
takes about 3 weeks at those cold temps before you smell too
bad). Then we headed out on a 5-day rafting adventure on the Kali
Gandaki, one of Nepal's holy rivers.
We'd paddle a few
hours in the morning after breakfast, take a break for about an
hour for lunch, then paddle a couple more hours before settling
down on a nice beach to camp for the night. There was an
almost-full moon, and we didn't need flashlights to see our way
around after sunset. 5 days initially sounded like a long time to
camp with 30 strangers, but it was so much fun we would have been
happy to keep going along time! The river was mostly Class III
with some IV and V areas, for those who are familiar with rafting
(most US rivers are III).