OK. I really liked the Everest base camp hike – you share the Khumbu highway with loads of Nepalis and Tibetans moving up and down the valley as well as other trekkers. I drank chang, played carnac badly, admired lovely young sherpa ladies washing their hair in the cold morning air, muttered prayers, ate apple pies, drank tea and beer, turned prayer wheels, bought a yak jumper to keep out the terrible cold, raced our guides up and down the trails (and always lost) – I never felt the urge to climb anything – the mountains are too blinking tall!
I have half a mind to retire to Namche Bazaar and set up a brewery I liked it so much. I wouldn’t miss the chance to walk under Ama Dablam and Nupste and take a look at Chomolungma and into the eyes of a truly stout and deeply devout people.
Good memories here too.
Will take the missus there soon..