THE ONE WITH ALL THE TREKKING
Trekking. One foot in front of the other. Uphill. For the next 8 days. 3-7 hours per day (3 hours only being one day), plus 3.5 hours on our rest day! Totalling, 42.5 hours walking. That’s more than a normal working week (apparently not at npower…).
The first three days consisted of walking through very Lake District stylee landscape apart from the blazing 30 degree heat (we have very fetching white sunglasses marks) and the mahusive snow capped peaks we can see popping up every now and again. Food was quite surprisingly (it didn’t just consist of dal baat, which we were told was all we were going to eat). There are menus at every lodge – albeit the same menu, but we had a choice of pizzas, pastas, rice, chips, roast potatoes, chow mein, pancakes, muesli, peanut butter, momos (our new fave food) and egg sandwiches… much to Laura’s downfall on the night of day 3. She learnt a very valuable lesson – never eat eggs when you can’t see chickens – and my did she suffer.
Day 4 was considered to be the toughest day’s walk as it was 7 hours uphill constantly. Poor Laur was suffering the after effects of aforementioned egg sarnie all day long – abusing the long drop toilet. She wasn’t able to eat anything at all on day 4 and even had to have a sleep on a rock enroute. Rach was equally shattered due to being kept awake all night by Laur’s frequent long drop visits. I, on the other hand, had a very good night sleep and the best day of trekking on the trip! Funny how experiences so similar can be so different. We finally rocked up hours later than all other groups and poor Laur had the first emotional breakdown of the trip and collapsed in a heap on her bed and didn’t rise until the next morning.
The local people (porters / children) we passed along the way were so welcoming and friendly, all greeting us with “Namaste”. Only a couple of children requested chocolate and balloons (random combination).
On the rest day we decided to take a little stroll up a hill, which turned out to be a 3.5 hour stroll on a VERY STEEP hill. We summited to 4,400m ASL, which is pretty spectacular as we saw the breathtaking views of Langtang (7,500m+) and its accompanying Himal. Don’t worry that Rach isn’t on the pic, we left her at 4,100m ASL, snuggled into a little crevice and collected her on our descent. In her words “It was rest day after all”.
After our experience, trekking in the Himal, we feel much more seasoned and experienced walkers. Plus we have thighs of steel and butt cheeks that can crack walnuts. Can’t wait to bring out the bikinis in Vietnam, may need to shave first though…