Aim to Touch the Everest
Touching Everest is my dream!
For years I have been inquiring I had been too fearful regarding the risks which happen throughout the trek. I used to ask “How hard is the Everest Base Camp trek?” to every trekker I knew. But finally, I've got that it is all about the determination. I was then ready for the trek with full of excitement.
You don't have to have to the summit to feel just like you're on top of the planet. Sherpa villages, Himalayan Mountains, historic monasteries and mighty mountains are among the highlights of this trek to Everest Base Camp. Even the Khumbu region of Nepal (because it is more properly known) would still be a wonderful place to trek.
Sherpa civilization, with its Tibetan Roots, historic village communities as well as all-pervading Buddhism, supplies a bonus that many people - focused as they're about getting to Base Camp - do not expect. Because if it's trekking you want, nowhere else on Earth actually succeeds. Of the ten highest mountains in the world, eight lie inside the borders of Nepal. So once you go trekking, you are walking on paths that have been utilized for centuries, all over villages which have been there for as long.
The Base Camp trek doesn't begin with huge peaks and amazing vistas; it starts with deep sea and small farming villages. It also starts with a magnificent flight into Lukla - that the nearest road is five days' walk away. Maybe due to this that the Khumbu is a intriguing combination of the old and the new. And we observed both on the walk up to Namche Bazaar, the principal village of the area. In 3,450m, Namche provided the perfect opportunity to acclimatize to the thin atmosphere and generate a leisurely exploration of the Sherpa heartland.
We walked through a maze of each building was immaculately kept, an indication of their civic pride that's so evident wherever you look in the Khumbu. Girls worked hard from the areas against a backdrop of snowy peaks. The monsoon was completed and they've been turning the dirt for another crop of potatoes. A little, stooped old woman, obviously not up to the harder task of tilling, was walking about picking up amazing steaming heaps of yak dung and rolling them carefully into cannonballs before putting them in a basket on her back.
Just behind her, the wall of a Hut was coated with splats of those dung balls, adhered thinly to the rock to capture the morning sun. They were dried to use as gas instead of wood. In each was a fantastic palm print.
In 1953, he like everyone else who comes here - was overwhelmed with the generosity and spirit of the Sherpa people. He wanted to do something for people with his newfound fame to raise capital. When he asked them what they desired, he got a normal Sherpa answer: they desired hospitals, bridges and schools. With a bit of healthcare, education and transport they could care for themselves, thank you very much. And they have the small area hospital at Khunde. Hillary's job has supposed that life expectancy at the Khumbu is now ten years more than in the rest of Nepal. We walked to another village, Khumjung. From the time we turned to the darkened interior of the gompa (temple) there, it was becoming chilly. There was a ceremony going on.
On their hands were the early Prayer-scrolls they had been working their way through. The light was dim in the afternoon, the air dry and cold.
By the time I got outside a Twenty-rupee note to leave as an offering, it didn't appear so absurd to be revealed a yeti skull. This is the Himalaya, the abode of the gods. Its spirituality is distinguished by its own people, and by now I had been getting to understand our Nepali trek staff.
Up here, folks were nearer to Paradise - 4,000m nearer. There was a quote from Voltaire to a monastery wall:"It is no more surprising to be born twice as it is to be born" clearly Voltaire needed a Little Sherpa in him.
Dosed up on philosophy, we Trekked through peerless mountain scene, tramping ever upward. It had been breath-taking and fascinating in equal measure - but I guess when you're one of the world's greatest mountains which shouldn't be a surprise.
This, on this Base Camp trek, Everest Base camp was not the primary aim. After all, why would you jump for a week to look at a campsite on a boulder-field? The Very Best aim was a 'small' mountain above base camp called Kala Pattar. It stands in 5,550m.
"Bed-tea, sir," The Smiling face of Sudip woke up me and he handed me a hot cup.
Setting off at first light, we Up here, there's roughly half of the amount of air there is at sea level. After the very long trip in the mountains, we were filthy, sunburned, chapped and tired.
The owner informed us she had Only overheard a radio from a US trip on Everest itself: 14 people were standing on the top of the planet at the very minute. Resuming my uphill struggle, I imagined I could see them. If they could do this, I can climb Kala Pattar.