Mt. Everest Base Camp Part III of III

When asked “what was the best part of the trip”, I don’t have to hesitate before answering “the people”. Our guide and porters made the trip for me. They put everything into making sure the trip was perfect for us.

Some trekkers are like us and prearrange their trip with a company who provides a guide and porters. Others trekkers arrange their guide and/or porter in Lukla upon arriving. Some trekkers do it on their own without a guide or porter. If I did it again, I would unquestionably go with a company again. To point out the obvious, I physically would struggle to carry my own bag. The trek was hard enough on its own and I am not sure I would be able to enjoy as much if I was struggling under the weight of my rucksack. Second, the amount I learned from our guide was well worth every penny we paid. Hiring guides and trekkers provides jobs to people who need jobs. We asked questions about anything we saw whether it was about the plants we saw, animals, people, religion, culture, etc. I would have missed out on a lot of details I didn’t know have our guide’s wealth of knowledge to lean on.

We loved our guide, Shyam. He was introduced as shy but we were told he would warm up with time. Continue reading

Mt. Everest Base Camp Part II of III

I must apologize in advance for the length of this blog. I typically try to keep my posts on the shorter side and didn’t realize how long this posts would be until it was done. I have tried to cut it down but just can’t. As much as I want to tell everyone all about the trip, it is impossible to do it justice.

Lukla is a large hub for the beginning of a lot of treks through the Everest Region. Lukla was lined with shops selling trekking gear and supplies. As we proceeded forward, I was amazed at the number of villages we passed through and how built up they were. They weren’t huge by NYC standards but I think Kansas might be more barren then the Himalayas. As we increased in elevation, the villages became further apart and you could tell their purpose was catering to the trekkers. Our guide informed us people in these areas move to lower elevations for the winter months.

Each morning, we trekked in the morning for 4-7 hours. The trail was busy with trekkers, porters, yak and donkeys. The porters immediately amazed me. Porters accompanying trekkers typically had two rucksacks on their back. The government limits the amount the porters can carry to 30 kg (66 lbs). However, I am not sure the limits are monitored beyond luggage restrictions on the flights. The other porters on the trail had loads of goods on their backs to take to the teahouses. I am not talking light stuff. We saw rice, bottled water, building materials, beer, lots of beer, and propane being carried up the mountains. Who would have thought beer was a necessity at 18,000 feet?

We frequently encountered small herds of yak (and cow like animals) loaded with goods on their backs headed up to the teahouses. They moved very slowly and seemed mellow tempered. Even with their mellow tempers, it didn’t take long to learn we should not stand on the edge of the mountain while letting them pass.

People from all over the world come to trek in the Everest region. Literally all over. We met Germans, Australians, New Zealanders, Israelis, Chinese, Indians, Japanese, British, and the list goes on. Along the way, we had the opportunity to chat with a lot of trekkers while trekking or in the evening at a teahouse. We would often run into the same trekkers multiple times during the trek even if our schedules were not identical.

The trekking part was tough physically (even with only a 3 kg or 6.6 lb backpack) but not impossible. Continue reading

Mt. Everest Base Camp Trek Part I of III

In January, it was brought to my attention I was going to lose a lot of my vacation time I had saved if I did not use it by the end of the year. I was not about to let that happen.  A few months earlier, my friend Micaela and Anne had invited me on a trek and I didn’t think it would be possible.  Given my new discovery of potentially losing vacation time,   I immediately contacted my friend Micaela to see if it was too late to join the trek. I didn’t ask for details about the trip or do any research.  I just blindly signed up in order to avoid losing the vacation days.  I knew we were trekking to Mt. Everest Base Camp.  I had no idea I would go 14 days without showering.  I didn’t realize I would not be able to eat meat for 20 days.  I didn’t consider the fact I don’t tolerate cold weather.  I hadn’t thought about not having cell phone connection or internet connection.  I didn’t think about the physical expectations or the impact of altitude.  And most of all …. I had no idea I would fall in love with the Nepali people.

Our adventure started with three girls flying from NYC to Doha Qatar to Kathmandu Nepal. Twenty-four hours of traveling later we arrived in Kathmandu.  We were told we would be picked up from the airport by a guide who would have a sign with our names and would be wearing a red polo with the company’s “Experience the Himalayas” logo on it.  Upon arriving in Kathmandu, we were picked up from the airport by a man with our names on a sign but with a navy polo and no logo.  This didn’t seem like a big deal until about 15 Nepali men swarmed us with instructions on where to go, wanting to take our bags and demanding tips.  We immediately began to freak out and turned on our crisis mode instincts.  I began interrogating the gentleman with the navy blue polo about what company he was with and where we were going.  Anne immediately pulled out her GPS to verify we were in route to the hotel address previously provided.  Micaela turned on her phone to notify her husband of what was going on.  Come to find out, this is the common deceptive practice used at the airport on tourists.  Our guide was not able to say anything to the men because it could induce a fight coming from another Nepali.

After safely arriving at our hotel in Kathmandu, we spent the following day exploring. Walking around Kathmandu was an experience of its own.  I cannot even begin to describe the chaos on the streets of Kathmandu.  Sidewalks are not existent.  You walk on the same road as the cars, motorcycles, and bicycles all while getting swarmed with Nepalis trying to sell their goods.  I am still baffled by the madness and pollution.  People wore masks while walking around because the air quality was so poor.

We visited Swayambhunath or Monkey Temple, which is a Buddhist complex with temples and shrines and real live monkeys running around everywhere.

After our day of exploring, we were taken out to eat by the trekking company and introduced to our first taste of Nepalese cuisine. The most common dish is Dal Bhat, which is staple that consists of rice, a lentil soup, pickled vegetables, and curried potatoes.  Nepalis eat this dish for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  A common saying is “Dal Bhat Power 24 Hour”.  I was pleasantly surprised with how much I enjoyed the meal.

After dinner we returned to the hotel and prepped our bags for trekking. Each passenger’s luggage is limited to 15 kg (33 pounds) for domestic flights.  Our goal was to get our rucksacks to 12 kg and backs to 3 kg and leave the rest at the hotel in Kathmandu.  After getting our bags all prepped we weighed them on a scale right outside the hotel.  Of course, we had to make multiple trips upstairs to remove items and adjust and back down to the scale.  We had been given advice of wearing our heaviest clothes on the flight and wearing multiple pairs of pants if needed.  Luckily, we didn’t need to go to those extremes.  We did shove some small but heavy items in our pockets to shed the last couple of kgs.

The following morning we set out for our adventure. Almost all trekkers going to Everest Base Camp fly from Kathmandu to the infamous Lukla airport (it is worth a Google search).  October begins one of the two primary seasons for trekking.  However, this year the monsoon season had lasted longer than normal.  Our flight along with all others were delayed due to weather.  Our guide instructed us to sit and we did as we were told.  We had no information about which airline or flight we were on or what was happening in general.  The announcements weren’t helpful either as they were in Nepalese.  We just sat clueless and overwhelmed with anticipation while our guide stood near the various airline booths and lines.  The airport was a mad house with trekkers everywhere.   Many people had been waiting three days to get out.  Suddenly, our guide gestured to go over to him.  He was throwing our bags on a scale and handing us tickets.  He rushed us through security (if you can call it security) and the next thing you know we were waiting on the runway for our plane.  When we asked our guide if he bribed them to let us on the flight, he smiled his huge smile and said “yes”.  Luckily he did because we later learned it would be another three days before flights began routinely making it out.

The minute I stepped off of the plane in Lukla I took a deep breath of the mountain air and was in aww of the views. I walked to the baggage area where are rucksacks had been dumped in a pile and a Nepali man tried to help with my rucksack.  You can’t fool me twice!  I refused his help but he persisted and tried to get my bag off my back.  Finally, my guide came over and told me to give it to him.  Turns out he was one of our porters legitimately trying to help.  Whoops!

The only thing in between us and trekking through the Himalayas was breakfast.

Family Vacation

We just got back from a much needed trip to Southwest Kansas and Southeast Colorado.  The excitement building up to this trip was intense.  I of course always love being home and surrounded by family.  In addition, this was Mimi’s first trip to the area and first time to meet most the family.

Here is a quick recap of our experience.

My little sister graciously picked us up from the airport and hauled us to see the new nephew, Myles.  I guess I was too excited to see him and forgot to take pictures.  Whoops!

We then proceeded with the drive to southwest Kansas.  Nothing is better than 5 hours in a car to catch up with the little sister.  We broke the trip up only once to kidnap my niece whom I have been missing something crazy.  The backseat passengers were knocked by the time we arrived at my grandparent’s house in the wee hours of the morning.


I on the other hand was unable to sleep due to the anticipation of seeing my grandparents.  I hopped right out of bed the moment I heard grandpa stirring in the kitchen.  Continue reading

Martha’s Vineyard

We took advantage of our traveling job again and went on a “subsidized” daytrip to Martha’s Vineyard.

It seems going to Martha’s Vineyard is a pretty common summer trip in the Northeast.  Who would have known?

We boarded a ferry in Woods Hole, Massachusetts.  The ferry took about 45 minutes to get us to the island.   Upon arriving on the island we darted immediately for seafood.  Continue reading

Our 4th of July in Pictures

I had been looking forward to having a 3 day weekend with nothing to do.  I wanted to knock items off my ever expanding “to do” list and have a great desire to just relax. This weekend was far from the relaxing weekend I had envisioned, but we definitely had a great 4th of July weekend.  I am not sure words are sufficient to describe what experincing 4th of July in NYC was like.  So instead, I am going to piggyback off a blog idea I liked and summarize our weekend with 3 words per picture.

I attempted tennis

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