I have no intention of narrating every part of my EBC trek in detail. Boredom would kills us all, me included. Besides, the internet is rife with blog posts about EBC conquests. Mind you, I am grateful they are there, because they help me to fill in the blanks and the minutiae.. Name places I have completely lost track of, views that were shrouded by persistent cloud, a reminder of the malaise of getting a touch of altitude sickness… Still, there is some merit in recording some of it, so here goes…
Today is a ‘rest’ day, or an acclimatization day. Take your pick. Rest takes on a whole different meaning in the world of trekking. No sitting around, putting your feet up. Instead we complete a shorter 3-hour hike and ascend to higher altitude, only to retrace our steps later on, back to our lodgings in Namche Bazaar in this case. It’s called: ‘climb high, sleep low’ and allows the body to adapt to the thinner air, thereby reducing the risk of the dreaded altitude sickness.
Still, today counts as one of the highlights of the trip: my first unhampered view of Mount Everest itself. A steep and taxing climb up to 3880m to the Everest View Hotel with, as the name suggests, breathtaking views of the mighty Himalaya peak. Not only Mount Everest, but also its immediate neighbours, Lhotse and Nuptse, as well as Ama Dablam and a whole host of other mountains in that vicinity. With less oxygen around, the trekking is certainly becoming more challenging.
In the afternoon I have time to wander around Namche itself, the last real town we will see for a little while. I browse the tourist shops lining the narrow streets, but it feels a little premature to buy t-shirts or yak wool hats emblazoned with ‘Everest Base Camp’ or ‘Kala Patthar’. Let’s see if I make it first… ‘People watching’ seems more appealing as I marvel at both men and women attending to laundry using refreshing water as nature provides it. Icy cold, straight from the mountains.
In the meantime, after three days, I am pondering about the state of my hair but decide that even at an affordable 400 Nepalese Rupees for a hot shower, I cannot bear the thought of standing in a state of undress in a very cold room… Anyway, in another three days, I will be back to square one and it will be ever colder… I shall learn to love my hat and my indispensable, versatile tube scarves (neck warmers) and cover my hair instead!
This morning I wake up to a hoar frost extravaganza. White rime has crisped the grass and bushes. Piercing sunrays dazzle the morning sky. At night, temperatures plummet to well below freezing and it is certainly getting much colder when we start our trek. Time to dig out warmer leggings to wear under my trekking pants and have an extra fleece ready in my backpack…
Today’s destination is Tengboche at 3867m. ‘A steep ascent ending with a nice downhill stretch,’ Sonam assures me. Not in so many words though, as his English is rather more limited than I would have hoped for from a guide. I gathered early on in our travels that my many questions never quite got the expected reply. Conversation soon dried up and has been limited to very basic mono-syllabic vocabulary liberally supplemented with imaginative body language. On the whole, I get the gist about simple matters, such as the names of the mountains and the villages, but it does not satisfy my curiosity about the local Buddhist culture in the Khumbu Everest Region. With no immediate internet access – I did not buy the one and only wifi card that works in the area – I have to rely on Sonam’s sketchy information and my memory so I can check facts online later on my return…
But today, Sonam is particularly preoccupied, constantly on his phone whilst setting a brisk pace and I have to remind him to slow down once in a while so I can take some photographs. Lunch in Tengboche comes just at the right time; I am famished, sapped of energy, ready for a much needed rest, and did we not just reach the ‘end of a nice downhill stretch followed by yet another steep upwards track’? Instead of being shown my room after lunch, Sonam heads for the great outdoors and motions me to follow him. No time to stop by the famous Tengboche Monastery, we pick up our backpacks and on we go…uphill… It is not quite what I am expecting, but my queries don’t seem to spark any kind of sensible response.
‘Another hour or so,’ Sonam elaborates. I shrug my shoulders, none the wiser and go with the flow all the way Pangboche… Pangboche?? It appears that all the lodges in Tengboche are full and we arrived too late to get a room. On the upside, Pangboche is at 3,985m, just that little closer to EBC and at least Sonam has managed to get us some lodgings there. At least we do not have to resort to sleeping in tents…
‘Not such a long hike tomorrow,’ Sonam smiles… ‘Thank goodness,’ I think, as I collapse on the bed pretty shattered, and snuggle into my sleeping bag for a refreshing nap. I’ll surface again later, closer to 4 or 5 pm, when the yak dung stoves are lit in the communal dining rooms and for just a few hours we can all relish in some warmth.
Today’s trek takes us to Dingboche at an altitude of 4350 m, higher than Annapurna Base Camp! With an ascend of less than 400m and a much shorter hike ahead of us, I am allowed a lie in!! As there is less pressure on accommodation at our next destination, we’re setting off at 8 am rather than the usual 7 or 7.30 am.
Still, the altitude is beginning to bite and even the three hour trek leaves me exhausted. Luckily, no headache, no signs of altitude sickness. Others though are not so lucky. The last couple of mornings, the air has been thick with the whirring noise of rotor blades. Rescue helicopters on emergency evacuation missions have been flying past to pick up trekkers who have succumbed to altitude sickness and need to descend urgently.
Having arrived at our destination before lunchtime, I have a full afternoon to kill… Whereas reading a book would be my normal recourse, in order to minimise the weight in my backpack, I have downloaded a couple of thrillers on my smart phone, which also doubles up as my camera… What sounded like a great idea at the time, turns out less practical than I had anticipated. Phones need battery, and charging phones and power banks is not free; the cost increases dramatically with the altitude where the tea houses and lodges rely on solar power. The more savvy trekkers have bought and brought solar chargers to boost their phones and cameras. A thing to remember for the future…
Luckily, Dingboche has some entertainment on offer in a few of the coffee shops: movie time accompanied by coffee and cake. Not the latest adventure blockbusters, though, but a sobering tale about helicopter rescues when pilots have to push their machines to the limit and often risk their own life to save the lives of stranded trekkers and sherpas who are making a bid to reach the summit of Mount Everest. At least I have no ambitions to go that far, I will be very pleased with myself if I make it to Base Camp!!