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May 13, 2013: Active Day 8, Deboche to Dingboche

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Path from Rivendell along the Imja Khola River Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Path from Rivendell along the Imja Khola River
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

We said goodbye to Rivendell and continued on a beautiful prayer stone lined walk along the Imja Khola River. It wasn’t long before we came to a typical Asian style public composting toilet, which a few of us had to use already due to altitude and morning tea. We walked up stone steps to a wooden structure with a thin fabric curtain, probably an old sheet, for a doorway. Inside, the wood floor had a square hole in the bottom and a pile of pine needles for compost. Once in view of the deposits at the bottom of the hole, it became a real test of faith in the wooden floorboards to go ahead and use the toilet rather than flee the structure to find a tree. The great outdoors can be kinder on men in situations like these.

The forest. I like the artistic affect of this one. Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

The forest. I like the artistic effect of this picture.
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

The walk down to the river reminded me of Northern California with its evergreen trees and ferns. We crossed a suspension bridge and headed back up hill. Soon we were above the tree line. By this point, we had picked up our first pet of the day. One of the world’s cutest dogs decided to accompany us on the trail and Dovile named him Fernando.

 

Fernando and Fernandbro

Fernando and Fernandbro

Fernando followed us to our first tea stop, where we were joined by his doppelganger, whom Kevin dubbed Fernandbro. We enjoyed hot lemon and watched some builders working on a roof. I doubted there was much in the way of building codes and inspections, yet they were obviously building this structure to last. On the way down we passed stone cutters working on the same project, patiently chipping their stone building blocks by hand.

Fernando. Or is it Fernandbro? Photo credit: Eleanor Tresidder

Fernando. Or is it Fernandbro?
Photo credit: Eleanor Tresidder

“Did you know Chuck Norris is the only man who can build a house from the roof down?” said K-Fed, master of all Chuck Norris facts.

My favorite was; “When Chuck Norris goes swimming, he doesn’t get wet, the water gets Chuck Norrissed!”

At lunch we were treated to our first hot mango. Wow, where had that been all my life? I loved the hot lemon already, and the hot mango was just as good if not better.

We continued climbing and paused in front of a shop. DK disappeared inside and came out with some yak cheese to pass around. This was our first opportunity to taste it on its own, versus cooked in with lunch or dinner. The taste reminded me of parmesan, the texture of cheddar. Either way, it was delicious. I didn’t say no to seconds.

It was about this point that Fernando and Fernandbro were bullied back down the hill by another dog looking after his territory. Should we interfere and come to their rescue? We considered it, and decided to let the dogs settle it on their own and continued on, sans pets.

Baby Yak

Baby Yak

The landscape was getting very barren and rocky. We passed a few baby yaks with their protective mothers. On a water break as I was adding more ginger and ginkgo tincture to my canteen, Ele told me more about her dad the naturopath. He sounded like a really cool guy, which explained why she was a really cool chick. The conversation inspired me to continue my studies on the subject and work towards a certification, regardless of what I end up doing with it.

The porters returned from Dingboche to take some of our day packs. None of us really needed help at this point, and were hesitant to burden the boys further. DK explained that they would be offended if we didn’t let them carry. He told a story later about a man in Kathmandu who was deeply offended when someone suggested they deliver a new refrigerator with a truck. “That’s my job.” he insisted before he strapped it on his back and hauled it away. Well then, what the heck? I handed mine over.

Dingboche Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Dingboche
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

We climbed up the rocky hillside along the river towards Dingboche. The elevation on the trail was around 14,000 ft. / 4,270 m, yet the sun was out and we were moving so I was perfectly content to wear a t-shirt. We were getting high enough now that DK was starting his more permanent transition in guiding style from friend to parent. He touched my exposed arm to make sure I wasn’t lying about not being cold and commented that I run pretty hot for a California girl.

“Do I?” I reflected. I knew I ran hot, but really had few people to compare myself to. He’d probably hiked with more California girls than I had. True to Kiwi form, DK and Ele almost always wore shorts. I would keep reminding them that I just dressed in reverse. My black waterproof, windproof pants were what helped keep my top half warm.

Valley View Lodge Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Valley View Lodge
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

We arrived at our home for the next two nights, the Valley View Lodge in Dingboche (14,800 ft. / 4,530 m). From tonight on we’d be sleeping higher than Mt. Whitney (14,505 ft. / 4,421 m).

DK and Sudip set up their own water filter and began topping everyone off. We would take double precaution to keep everyone healthy with the filtered water (filter-ko paani), boiled water (umaleko paani) and the tablets the next few days.

We checked into our rooms and then hung out in the common room. DK knew the drill. He made a beeline for a corner seat and made himself a cozy little nest with one of the big heavy tea house blankets, a pair of the handmade knit socks we saw for sale everywhere down below, and a book.  I was a bit envious of the socks and made a mental note to pick some up later. Sudip had a pair of downy slippers I wouldn’t have minded having either. Once the sun went down, it was actually a bit chilly at this place. I might have even partially zipped my expedition weight sleeping bag that night. I debuted my fluffy pink winter hat, and would seldom take it off the next few days, if not to keep warm, then to cover my greasy hair.

To change up the card game routine, a few of us played Hearts before dinner. Afterwards we just read.

I have the universe all to myself. The universe has me all to itself,” Mattheissen (279). It was a pleasant thought.

May 12, 2013: Active Day 7, Sunshine, Reggae, Chocolate and Cricket

Snow through our bedroom window.

Snow through our bedroom window.

The next morning we woke up to… snow!! The view from our window was epic already with Everest and Ama Dablam in the background. The fresh powder made Rivendell that much more enchanting. I had never heard of a snow thunderstorm and was really surprised to see the dusting of white.

Dovile and I chatted about dreams as we got ready to go upstairs for breakfast. Altitude for some reason makes a lot of people have angry or violent dreams. I’d love to hear a theory on what causes this. I wondered if it was old stuff wanting to be released that had an easier time bubbling up to the surface in the thin air. Her dreams sounded pretty intense. My dreams were ordinary if I remembered them at all. My experience in Nepal was more of a waking dream, and a really delicious one at that.

That morning was the first time I remember becoming conscious of what we would come to refer to as “the breakfast song.” It was probably playing in the background the whole trip, but now that it had a nickname, it became an obvious morning tradition. More Om mani padme hum, only set to music:

http://youtu.be/bbgHZWwyhcQ?t=1m30s

Since we were lucky enough to have two nights in Rivendell, the day’s only planned activity was another acclimatization hike. The sun was out, and the sky was perfectly clear. No one was in any particular hurry to get going and a pickup game with the rubber ball ensued.

We climbed back up the stone path towards the monastery. DK picked a wildflower and stuck it behind his ear.

(Scarlet Begonias was stuck in my head after that for hours. ♫ The one scarlet with the flowers in his hair, he’s got the police comin’ after me. ♫ Is it in yours now too? Good. You’re welcome.)

Mike did an excellent impression of Bradley Nowell’s What I Got.

(I don’t remember now exactly what day this conversation took place, it just fits here.)

“See? You have rhythm!” I teased him.

“Only because I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

“Hey, whatever it takes. Maybe in Lukla we’ll hypnotize you and get you up on stage in a pair of moon boots like Napoleon Dynamite.”

He laughed that fantastic laugh.

Kevin and Ele took pictures of a particularly yakkish yak at the top. We climbed up above the monastery until it got too steep to safely traverse the snow and posed for pictures.

A fine specimen. Photo credit: Eleanor Tresidder

A fine specimen.
Photo credit: Eleanor Tresidder

View of Ama Dablam from Rivendell.

View of Ama Dablam (22,493 ft., 6,856 m) from Rivendell.

The way we came.

The way we came.

Rock on K-Fed on Rock

Rock on K-Fed on Rock

Helicopter tour. Do you reckon they had a decent view up there?

Helicopter tour. Do you reckon they had a decent view up there?

Prayer flags and rhododendron.

Prayer flags and rhododendron.

Sudip and Tengboche Gompa

Sudip and Tengboche Gompa

Tengboche Gompa

Tengboche Gompa

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Back at Rivendell, the snow melted into sunshine, reggae and chocolate. It was a perfect day. DK had music playing on his phone and passed around some chocolate. He and Dovile laid out in the sun. Sudip even treated him to a massage.

“Take a photo and send it back to Active!” he said.

Ele took a picture and captioned it out loud: “This is how hard DK works!”

I enjoyed the view of Everest in my long-sleeved shirt, trying to protect my barbecued forearms (one of the hazards of using hiking poles) from any further damage and did some more journaling.

Life is good. What would it take for every day to be as good as this or better?” I wrote.

The boys started up a game of cricket. Eventually most of our crew joined in, and I took some videos of the scene.





Raamro means “good”


I especially remember DK on the cricket field. Longish hair, bare feet… a Kiwi native playing with the Nepali boys and American tourists and completely at home among both, radiating a sort of contentment that I could only imagine comes from fully living a life of your own creation. There was nothing about him that felt fake and I found that so refreshing. At that point, it was harder for me to see some of the others on the tour in this way, when conversation consisted of little more than casual street talk, career ambitions or movie quotes. Where was the real person? Who am I more like? I felt in limbo on either side of the spectrum. I no longer fit in with the mainstream, but have yet to fully realize what I’m here for. It was a lonely place. What would it take to fully step in to my most authentic self? At least now I had an idea of what it might look like.

This is closer to my idea of a freedom, the possibility and prospect of “free life,” traveling light, without clinging or despising, in calm acceptance of everything that comes; free because without defenses, free not in an adolescent way, with no restraints, but in the sense of the Tibetan Buddhist’s “crazy wisdom,” of Camus’s “leap into the absurd” that occurs within a life of limitations. The absurdity of life may well end before one understands it does not relieve one of the duty (to that self which is inseparable from others) to live it through as bravely and generously as possible.

Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

After lunch everyone but Amanda and I left the common room to do fun things like wash socks or take a shower. She worked on her journal and I made it my ambition to simply stare out the window, take in the epic view, and drink tea until the pot was finished. When was the last time I allowed myself to just sit and do nothing?

In my meditation I kept coming back to two ideas. The first was that all paths lead nowhere; all that matters is whether or not the one we choose to take has heart. The second was that when we dig deep enough, we’ll find that every world view is wrong. Good news, because it sets us free to consider them all and choose what works for us in the moment. With these two ideas in mind, what path would I choose when I returned? I like to think that our souls are here to enjoy life. Yet I still felt tied to my old way of being. What would it take to release those ties by the time this trip was done?

Outside ravens soared on the breeze. Local boys played ball and frisbee outside while the girls looked on, giggling. Tattered prayer flags fluttered in the wind. Amanda finished her journal and went downstairs. I poured another cup.

Huge mountain houseflies bumped against the glass and crawled along the windowsill looking for an escape. I watched our tea house hostess catch them in her hands and open a window to let them outside. I couldn’t have asked for a better example of eastern kindness and compassion. What would I have done? Thoughtlessly grab a fly swatter, probably. Not anymore though. We can learn much from the rest of the world if we pause long enough to take it in.

Some ideas for the future entered my mind. I wrote them down, resolved to take action when I got home, and poured my last glass. For now it was still chill time. There was no one left upstairs but me and Sudip. How long had he been there? How long had I been there? I retreated to enjoy my last hot shower for the next four days, which for some reason was not as scalding as the day before. I did this more for something to do, than because I felt I needed one. Strange as it may sound, the natural smell of hikers and pack animals were becoming a familiar comfort.

May 11, 2013: Active Day 6, Tengboche and Rivendell

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The trail to Tengboche.

The trail to Tengboche.

To get to Tengboche, we walked up the village in the same direction as our acclimatization hike the day before. Just before leaving, DK and Bibak stopped to buy a rubber bouncing ball for the boys to play with at our next home. My face lit up at this. Besides appreciating the considerate gesture, I also couldn’t wait to watch the game.

We continued on the trail across the mountainside. It was a beautiful walk, and Everest got closer with every step. Most of the walk is best communicated in pictures:

Just a few of the stairs out of Namche

Just a few of the stairs out of Namche.

Flyby

Crazy Italian pilot shaving the mountainside. We’d see helicopters all day every day, rarely so up close and personal.
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Everest gets closer.

Everest gets closer. This stupa was in honor of the 50th anniversary in 2003 of the first summit in 1953. We were there a couple of weeks before the 60th.

View from whence we came. See the little Hillary Bridge waaay down there!

View from whence we came. See the little Hillary Bridge waaay down there!

The first little rhododendron.

The first little rhododendron.

Everest max zoom.

Everest max zoom.

Rhododendron

Rhododendron

All the pretty sheet metal roofs in the villages were NOT carried by helicopter.

All the pretty sheet metal roofs in the villages were NOT brought in by helicopter.

DK showing us what was in store.

DK showing us what was in store.

We'd hike all the way down to that river, than all the way back up the switchbacks. Zip line anyone?

We’d hike all the way down to that river, than all the way back up the switchbacks on the other side. Zip line anyone?

Before hiking down to the river to stop for lunch, we took a tea break up on the mountain. We passed around some sunscreen. It was already too late for me, my forearms and ears were cooked. I suspected the sunscreen I brought had expired because it did nothing. We tried out each others’ sunglasses to get different perspectives on Everest. The hostess brought us treats to share. As is true with any trail I’d ever been on, people seemed to become more their true selves (kind, generous, personable… all the good qualities) the higher we went.

Dovile tossed some spilled almonds at one of the ravens who had been hanging out. The bird seemed to understand the game and tried to catch them. Eventually it caught one and we all cheered. As we packed up to leave, DK suggested we top off our canteens with the remaining tea. I was rather addicted to the hot lemon by this point and was happy to find that it made my treated water taste much better.

It was time to head down to our lunch spot on the river (10,663 ft. / 3,250 m) before heading back up to Tengboche (12,664 ft. / 3,860 m) I only ate a little because I knew we had a climb ahead of us, and wished I could have had more because it was delicious. It was the right decision, I stayed pretty light on my feet and enjoyed dinner that much more.

"Mero naam Dan"

“Mero naam Dan”

This tea house also had a little one, a boy this time, who wanted to hang with us. DK tried to talk to him, and shared some of his chips/crisps. He promised to leave one of the toys on the way back down.

 

Bridge across the river to Tengboche. All the pink on the opposing hillside are the rhododendrons in full bloom. Nepal has over 30 species.

Bridge across the Dudh Khosi River to Tengboche. All the pink on the opposing hillside are the rhododendrons in full bloom. Nepal has over 30 species.

Rhododendron

Rhododendron

Some locals.

Some locals.

We foreigners took our time plodding up the switchbacks on the other side. Sudip on the other hand, preferred a different method. He’d take what we came to refer to as the Sherpa trails, which basically just shortcut the switchbacks and went straight up the mountain. He’d be behind the group one minute and then waiting for us up above the next, not the least bit out of breath, and laughed when we teased him for being a show-off.

I brought lavender organic hand sanitizer with me and decided it was time to continue the lavender theme and put some lavender essential oil on my toasted forearms for the sunburn. The smell was very strong. The group didn’t mind, and maybe even preferred the overpowering flower scent to what I smelled like before. It didn’t stop my poor arms from peeling like a snake later, but did keep the burn from becoming painful or blistering.

By the time we reached Tengboche, some clouds were building and it was getting windy. Our first priority was of course, more tea. Once we were nice and hydrated, we dutifully obeyed DK and Sudip when they took on the parent role and told us to put on our coats before heading up to Tengboche Gompa for the afternoon puja.

At the entrance to the monastery was a stone said to bear the footprint of Lama Sangwa Dorje. I thought of The Source Field Investigations which goes into detail on similar stories and the science behind how it might actually have happened. It was interesting to see one in person.

We walked up some stairs, through a courtyard, and then up into the building itself. Before entering, we were asked to take off our shoes, and to turn off any phones and cameras. Filming the puja was not permitted, though we would be able to take pictures of the inside once all the monks had left.

We filed into the right side of the building with a crowd of other tourists and sat knees together, as there was no room to sit cross-legged, on some nice soft rugs on the floor. The interior was an explosion of texture and color. Everything was painted in symbolic detail, there were statues, tapestries, and all manner of religious artifacts not the least of which being a giant Buddha in the front of the room. Outside the windows we could see snow-capped mountain peaks.

The monks walked in the room wearing an eclectic mix of traditional red robes, modern puffy coats (also red), and trail runners. They sat on benches in the center of the room, opened their prayer books, and began to chant. I alternated closing my eyes and breathing to the rhythm of the chant or keeping them open to take in the sound with the color. The effect was peaceful, calming, and a little hypnotic. When it was over the monks walked out and we got up to take pictures. None of mine do it any justice, so I’m electing to leave them out. You can use your imagination. Or Google.

The wind was cold outside the building. DK had loaned his coat to Stacy and ran back down to the tea house where we left out packs. I ran with him. Wait a minute…. did I just run purely for the sake of running at 12,600 feet? Granted it was down hill, but running is not something I typically consider fun. When we got to the tea house I was panting, yet felt exhilarated, recharged and full of energy even after hiking all day. Maybe there was some magic in the chanting we heard after all.

The itinerary said we’d be staying in Tengboche. Our trip leaders decided instead to upgrade. While the views in the tea house up by the monastery were off the charts, the odds of getting food poisoning while we were there were not in our favor. So we headed down the hill on the other side a short distance to Deboche. DK seemed excited to try out the new place, and the threat of illness was more than enough to encourage us to follow along.

Trail to Rivendell

Trail to Rivendell

The trail down was especially picturesque as it tunneled through the rhododendrons in full bloom. Eventually on our left was our destination, a beautiful building just above the Imja Khola River called Rivendell. Like the The Lord of the Rings, I thought as we walked down to the entrance. We dropped our packs and headed up to the common room to order dinner. Sure enough, there was a piece of paper tacked on the wall explaining that the place was indeed named to honor the elves. Perfect. Why would we want to stay anywhere else?

IMG_3295A shower in Rivendell cost 500 rupees. To me this was money well spent and I signed up right away. The woman in charge walked me downstairs and showed me how to work it. It was a big wooden room with green plastic carpet, a mildewy shelf that I used to keep my soap and clothes off the floor, and a tank-less water heater that must have somehow been powered by kerosene. She showed me where to turn the lever on the water heater to get hot water and then left me to it. At first it was luxurious. Our showers before may or may not have had pressure or heat, and this one had both. Soon warm turned to scalding, and no matter what I tried with the lever, the temperature was the same. Well, I’d take too hot over too cold any day, and it was nice to scrub a layer off.

We played cards again that night and my luck or skill didn’t improve. As Dovile and I were out early, we went downstairs to sit on the picnic benches outside in the courtyard and look at the stars.

After a while I noticed DK and Sudip were outside with us. DK was holding his phone up at the sky and squinting at it like it was supposed to be doing something.

Ooo! What does he have?” I wondered, totally intrigued. I love astronomy and I love apps and was curious to see if I was missing out on something.

I was. When I scooted over and asked what he was doing, he showed me the app he was playing with called Google Sky Map. (I resolved to download it when I got the chance, only to discover it’s only for Android phones. Bummer. I settled for Star Walk which seems to do most of the same.) As part of his demonstration he asked me when I was born and then asked if I knew what time. Ha, easy, this amateur Vedic astrologer knew precisely what time she was born. It’s the awkward question I ask people all the time. We couldn’t do the full demo without internet as I couldn’t come up with the latitude and longitude of Ridgecrest off the top of my head. The idea was that it would show a map of the sky at the time and place I was born. Perfect. This was going to add so much credibility to my astrology hobby, and I was really excited about it.

We gave up on technology and moved to his paper star map. DK guides in Australia when the climbing season in Nepal is done. He told me of the Southern Hemisphere constellations and accompanying Aborigine tales. I had visited Australia before and had a fun time, yet all it really did for me in the long run was make me want to go to New Zealand. Learning about Aboriginal culture might make a return trip to Oz worthwhile, though I still doubt I’d be able to resist the urge to just continue on to the South Island.

The stars we were trying to find on the map were quickly disappearing in the night sky. More clouds. DK headed in for the night and I followed.

As the night progressed, the clouds became thunder. Mountain thunderstorms are one of my favorite things in the world and I was struck again at how lucky we were to be there. In my experience it takes about a week to leave the cares of the world behind and really start to enjoy a holiday. True to form, by the end of day six I was starting to remember my true self. The self who loves music, astronomy/astrology, psychology, education and alternative healing. What would it take for my life to reflect these themes? I fell asleep, lulled by the rumbling in the distance.

May 10, 2013: Active Day 5, Namche Bazar

The next morning we met for breakfast in the common room. A few of the other gals in our group said they weren’t feeling particularly well, and Sara had been hit especially hard. When they brought the food out we watched in distress as all the color drained from her face. DK and Sudip took good care of her, and she opted out of our acclimatization day in favor of more rest.

They checked in on the rest of us.

“How are you all feeling?”

“I’m good,” I said. “Other than getting up to pee ten times like a little old lady!”

Sudip laughed, even though this was expected for two reasons. First, we were drinking a ton of water! Second, our bodies seemed less able to just hold it like they would be at lower elevations. The higher we went, the more intense this effect would be. When my body wanted to answer the call of nature, it wanted to do so right away.

Mt. Cook, New Zealand. 12,316 ft. / 3,754 m.

Mt. Cook, New Zealand. 12,316 ft. / 3,754 m

For our acclimatization hike we’d go above the village, which was built up the side of a mountain, and reach an altitude higher than the summit of Aoraki / Mount Cook. Admittedly, our day’s “summit” would be a bit easier to reach.

Before we left we gathered in the courtyard in front of The Nest for some stretches. Mike and I tried to remember the yoga routine from P90X. The sun salutations, up and down dog and a few warrior poses would become a pre-hike morning tradition. Mike and I tended to be “Johnny stiff” while Dovile and Ele would put us to shame with their excellent flexibility.

On the way up, we met our pet for the day, a cute black puppy with white socks on his front paws. Doville immediately christened him Eddie Socks Sherpa.

Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Pointing at Everest
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Just above the village, we enjoyed our first views of Everest, which was about 10 miles / 16 km away. DK said we were lucky to see her, because “she’s usually pretty shy.” Meaning, there was usually cloud cover.  We took a ton of pictures, including many failed attempts of the group jumping mid-air.

Further up the hill we encountered a sketchy runway that made Lukla look like LAX. The opposite grassy hillside was too appealing to pass up, so we plopped down for a quick water and sunshine break.

The best of our failed attempts.


The best of our failed attempts at “Yay, Everest!”
Photo credit: Amanda Tutton

The runway above Namche


The runway above Namche.
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Working hard at acclimatizing.

Working hard at acclimatizing.

Morning calisthenics at the local school. Imagine going to school with that view every day!

Morning calisthenics at the local school. Imagine going to school with that view every day!

Namche from above. Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Namche from above.
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

As we walked back down to the village, DK, Stacy and I found that we shared many of the same views on career choice, materialism, and life in general. I’d read somewhere that our generation generally favors life experience over material things. The fact that we were even on this trip was evidence enough of that, though I admit we were more on the extreme end of the spectrum.

Stacy said she had encountered criticism from people along the lines of “when are you going to sell your soul, get a real job, and make your life about accumulating stuff like the rest of us?” Um, never. All of us had encountered similar pressure at some point. I wasn’t used to being in such effortless agreement with people on these topics and it felt good to relate to them in this way. DK mentioned an article he carried with him on the subject and offered to let us read it later.

Namche Bazar marketplace.

Namche Bazar marketplace.
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

Back in Namche we walked through their marketplace and had our first encounter with some real-life yaks.

Yakety yak! Yakety yak!” sang Kevin.

“Only a matter of time,” I smirked.

“Yep,” said DK

One of the first yaks.

One of the first yaks.
Photo credit: Kevin Cordova

After lunch at The Nest, we went back into town, browsed the market, and then settled in to the Liquid Bar for an Everest-themed movie, a drink, and some WiFi access.

I ordered a Bloody Mary, the fact that it would have alcohol in it didn’t even cross my mind until I sat down to write this a month later. Whoops, guess I violated my own “no alcohol on the way up” rule and lived to tell about it. We handed the server our phones so he could enter the “secret” access code to the internet.

The day’s movie was an IMAX film called Everest, about a successful summit attempt at the same time as the Into Thin Air tragedy.

As it started, I began sifting through the hundreds of emails in my inbox and came across an message from PayPal telling me to confirm my account due to “unusual activity”. Uh oh.  I kept scrolling down. I found a receipt from PayPal saying I had sent $408.75 to some random person for a camera to be shipped to some other random person. WTF? Someone had obviously hacked my account, and unfortunately, it was linked directly to my checking rather than a credit card at the time. My blood ran cold. I checked for any other transactions, and it appeared PayPal had frozen my account in time. Too bad they didn’t reject that first one.

The transaction occurred just days after I left the country. My intuition immediately said someone at the bank or credit card company, the only institutions besides my work who knew my dates of departure and return, must have had access to my email and password and decided to give it a shot. At the time I used the same password for both. Dear readers, please keep PayPal in mind when making travel plans. It was an account I tended to forget I even had until this happened.

Meanwhile, on screen, we heard one of the last radio conversations with Rob Hall. It was bad enough reading about it, and my heart bled as we heard his actual voice through the speakers.

Bleh. I chugged the Bloody Mary that had been sitting untouched. Maybe using WiFi was a bad idea. I wasn’t about to send any personal details to PayPal on public WiFi to “confirm my account” and start a dispute for the fraudulent charge. That would have to wait until I got home, better I had remained blissfully unaware of it until then. We walked back down for dinner in a somewhat more somber mood than when we started.

After dinner most of the other gals still weren’t feeling 100% and turned in early. I ended up playing cards with the boys. At first I just watched. DK was on a roll, and won over Sudip. He pretended to fold up the score card as a treasure to keep forever. They offered to let me play the next game and said I needed a card name.

“What’s your nickname?” asked DK

“Uhhh, I don’t really have any,” I said. The wheels don’t turn all that fast up there, and I had forgotten about some of my old band nicknames like Love Shack.

“Okay, you’re T-Pain,” he said.

Perfect. It’s in. Mike became Magic Mike and Kevin became K-Fed.

I’m on a mountain, I’m on a mountain
Everybody look at me
‘Cause I’m trekking on a mountain
I’m on a mountain, I’m on a mountain
Take a good hard look
At the mother——- mountain
I’m on a mountain, mother—–, take a look at me…

Somebody please help me out with the name and spelling of this game! Dun bohl? Something like that. It was easy to pick up, yet funny and competitive enough to keep us interested, so would be a mainstay at the tea houses as we continued. As with any card game, there are variations to the rules, the following is how we played.

The minimum number of players required is 2 and maximum is 5 with one deck. More people can play, and then two decks are required. The goal is to reduce the total count in your hand to 5 or less, unless you’re playing with two decks, then it’s 7 or less. Ace is worth 1, two is worth 2, and so on up to the king which is worth 13.

To begin, the dealer deals 5 cards to each player counter-clockwise. The person on the dealer’s left goes first and the game continues in a counter-clockwise rotation. Players must first discard a card or a sequence of cards (pair, triple, quad, or straight flush of 3 or more), then pick one up from the deck or from the top of the discard pile. Skipping turns is not allowed, you must discard and pick up or else show your hand if you have less than 5 or 7.

When someone gets under 5, they must wait until their turn and then show their hand by placing the cards face up on the table. Once this happens, everyone else must show also. If someone has a lower score, the first person to show has to double their hand count. The person with the lowest score gets a 0 for that round. Everyone else counts up the cards they have left and the round is recorded on a scorecard. The game goes to 100 points. Once you pass 100, you’re out. The last person standing wins.

That night Mike was the newbie who hung in longest. Kevin and I lost spectacularly. If the goal was to get to 100 as soon as possible, we’d be rock stars. I suspect that Sudip, aka Sudafed, won that game.

Now, typically I’m a person who prides herself at being able to sleep through anything. Except maybe planes. I like sleeping and tend to think I’m good at it. Tonight that aptitude was put to a new test.

It was still too hot to sleep in an expedition rated sleeping bag. As I unzipped it to turn it into a blanket, the sound of loud violent retching began echoing through the room. I knew the dude couldn’t possibly be in our bathroom, yet it sure sounded like he was.

The sound kept going.

…and going…

Wow, this poor fellow is really suffering.

…and going…

The amplifier.

The amplifier.

Literally, I believe this person was sick all night long. We might have heard a boot come out of him. I didn’t know illness like that was possible. I’m terrified of vomit and will go to great lengths to keep it from happening to me. In my limited experience, the body empties itself out at some point and the suffering subsides, at least for a while. Not in this poor guy’s case. He made no effort to be quiet about it either, maybe he reckoned if he wasn’t sleeping, no one else ought to be able to either.

The next day I went into the bathroom, curious about what would make the sound so loud. It turned out there was a random vent in the ceiling. Whatever its intended purpose was, it had the added effect of amplifier for bathroom sounds. Dovile and I weren’t the only ones who heard it either, it was a subject of conversation amongst the rest of the group the next day. Yeah, I know, not the most pleasant of conversation topics, but life gets more real up here the higher you go, no use denying it.

May 9, 2013: Active Day 4, Phakding to Namche

PhakdingtoNamche2I was up with dawn and the sweetly singing mountain birdies, a pleasant change from barking and crowing. Everyone else was still asleep so rather than stir too long and wake people up, I crept downstairs to read. The beauty and surreality of where I was made it hard to focus. I started to wonder what I was doing reading a book about someone else’s experience in the Himalayas when my own real-life experience was all around me. So I just sat there and soaked it all in.

We met in the common room for breakfast. The night before I decided to keep with the Nepali theme and ordered Tibetan bread and honey, and was very happy with the decision. Other typical breakfast choices were omelets, porridge, toast, and pancakes.

At the airport in Kathmandu the day before, I had my hiking poles attached to my day pack, then thought better of trying to get them on the flight as a carry-on. The porter bags were all piled on a cart, so I stashed my poles in the bag at the top for the sake of convenience. They ended up being my only piece of luggage that made it to the mountains the day before.

When we gathered to leave, someone pointed out the rubber snow basket from a hiking pole was sitting on the bench where my pack had been a moment before. I looked down and sure enough, both of the snow baskets from my poles were missing. The group headed down the stone stairs from the courtyard by our lodge toward the village, and I quickly backtracked to the building where we slept to check for the other one. We were separated maybe a minute.

When I didn’t find it, I hurried down the stairs to catch up. On reaching the bottom, I saw nothing but empty village. Uh oh. I checked back the way we came (right) to see if they picked up the trail again that way. There were some other foreigners outside having breakfast at a different place, and I asked them if they saw a group go by. They said no, and then felt sorry for me and started asking where I was trying to go. I just told them thanks and took off in the other direction (right, then right). Here I found some locals who actually didn’t speak English (most did in our “tourist tunnel”). Okay, that’s enough of this nonsense. Back up to the common room I went to get directions. They told me when I went back downstairs to go right, right and right again and then I’d see the trail and another suspension bridge.

Right, right and right. That explained how the group disappeared so quickly. I jogged through the village and quickly caught up with Bibak (our third guide) who had come back to find me. I told him what happened and when we caught up with the rest of the group who was waiting at the suspension bridge, repeated the story. Quite an embarrassing way to start the day.

Hot lemon at the first tea stop. From left: Bibak, Me, Ele, Mike, Sara, Kevin, Amanda, Stacy and DK Photo credit: Dovile Soblinskas

Hot lemon at the first tea stop.
From left: Bibak, Me, Ele, Mike, Sara, Kevin, Amanda, Stacy and DK
Photo credit: Dovile Soblinskas

We enjoyed some hot lemon on our first tea stop. My mind was still brimming with ideas from the book Abundance and how so many of them would improve the lives of people all over the world, especially in places like Kathmandu.

How can I participate in making it happen?” I wondered.

Ele made a patient listener. She mentioned someday she’d like to teach and I told her she’d be great. Education was a subject both of us were interested in, and I got to learn a bit more about how kids were taught in New Zealand (not much different than the States, unfortunately).

Which one is Everest?

Gee, I wonder which one is Everest?

We stopped again at a sort of museum with a scale model of the mountains surrounding Everest. What’s interesting for a fellow Californian to note is that Mt. Whitney wouldn’t even register as one of the little brown 18,000 ft. / 5,500 m molehills below the 29,029 ft. / 8,848 m behemoth known as Mt. Everest / Sagarmatha / Chomolungma.

Soon after that was the Khumbu National Park entrance. We read the posted rules for being in this sacred Sherpa valley and World Heritage Site:

Park entrance

Stacy by the Khumbu National Park entrance.

  • Refrain from taking life.
  • Refrain from anger.
  • Refrain from jealousy.
  • Refrain from offending others.
  • Refrain from taking excessive intoxicants.

Good advice anywhere, actually.

At our next stop there was a delicious lunch of Sherpa stew and spring rolls. We talked about hypnosis and later Mike told us about his new girlfriend and how she was a music teacher.

“We’re opposites, I have no musical talent,” he was saying.

How sad.

“Is she working on you?” I asked.

He laughed and said, “All the time.” (Mike had a great laugh. Sara said some old classmates tried to add a “best laugh” category for the yearbook just so he could win it.)

I told a story about some girls I went to school with and how we had to teach them to find their rhythm by physically picking up their foot and putting it down in time to the beat.

“They did pick it up eventually,” I said.

“I don’t get how you can have NO rhythm,” I mused out loud, thinking that the universe is essentially nothing but rhythm/vibration, and it’s impossible to be separate from it. We feel the beat of our own hearts every day.

“Thanks a lot!” said both Mike and Sara, who apparently at some point had bought and sold a story to themselves that they had none.

Doh! I’d been in the park less than a day and had already broken rule #4. There was the Rakshasa influence again. Sometimes I am so inappropriate I offend myself, partly why I tend to keep quiet until I get to know you. Or until alcohol enters the equation.

(Mike and I would find out later he was both a Deva and a logical communicator. I’m an emotional communicator. This makes understanding each other slightly more challenging.)

“What I’m trying to say is I don’t believe you,” I told them. We may not be born with perfect pitch and the ability to play Beach Boys drum solos out of the womb like my musician uncle, but all of us can learn and improve.

“You’ll see in Lukla,” he said. It was only day four, and we were already thinking about the party at the end.

“Okay,” I told him, resolving to prove him perfectly capable given the opportunity. This ended up not being necessary, he’d prove himself musically adept long before then.

Hillary Bridge

Hillary Bridge

We continued along the river and spotted the beautiful Hillary Bridge, suspended across a gorge as all suspension bridges tend to be, but this gorge was especially picturesque and this bridge was especially adorned with thousands of prayer flags and scarves to honor Sir Edmund Hillary.

Besides being the first to summit Everest, Sir Ed was extremely influential in the region. He founded the Himalayan Trust which helped set up and now maintains schools, hospitals, and forestry services.

Hillary Bridge

Hillary Bridge

After the Hillary Bridge we roundhouse-kicked one of the largest elevation gains of the trip, including some good old-fashioned switchbacks, up to Namche.

Somehow through the dust DK spotted the rubber piece to a hiking pole that exactly matched the one I lost and got lost trying to find. He picked it up and fastened it to my pole. Wow, problem solved, and fast! I marveled at how effortlessly the universe works when we let it. Interestingly enough, mine wasn’t the only hiking pole DK rescued. He’d do the same for Dovile on the way down. I hoped whomever lost the piece that found its way onto my pole ended up finding my lost piece later.

Just before Namche we had to stop and check in to the park. They made us write down the kind of camera we had in case it got lost. A precaution so we wouldn’t pick up a free camera from the lost and found on the way out.

Namche

Beautiful Namche

Namche Bazar was a beautiful village. At 11,286 ft. / 3,440 m we’d be sleeping higher than Telescope Peak (11,043 ft. / 3,366 m); the highest point I could remember climbing as an adult.

We were staying at a place called The Nest for the next two nights. Dovile and I were reunited with our porter bag. When we opened the door to our room, I debated making priority one stopping the flow of kerosene fumes seeping in the window or hopping in the shower. As there was a huge clear glass window on the door to the bathroom, I opted first to stuff our drapes in the cracks of the window while I devised a makeshift bathroom curtain.

The Nest

“The stupa is a monument, shrine, and reliquary that traditionally derives from the Buddha’s tomb, but has come to symbolize existence. On a square red base (signifying earth) sits a large white dome (water) with a sort of spire (fire) crowned with a lunar crescent (air) and a solar disc (space); such structures guard the approaches to towns and villages throughout the Buddhist Himalaya.”
Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

What I came up with was using a bit of my duct tape (this was use #1, see gear list) to tape my empty potato sack up on the window. When I took a shower, I learned I had failed to consider one very important detail. I had taped it to the inside of the window and the steam from the shower immediately caused it to fall off. At least the steam also fogged up the window somewhat.

Dovile rockin' one of the enormous expedition weight rental coats.

Dovile rockin’ one of the enormous expedition weight rental coats and puffy gloves.
Photo credit: Dovile Soblinskas

For take two, I used a bit more tape and taped it to the outside of the door. Win. The curtain came in handy later when DK stopped by with our rental coats and walked in when one of us was still in the shower.

The rest of the night was typical tea house. We had dinner and more tea in the common room. Many tea house common rooms would be wallpapered with t-shirts bearing the names of previous trekkers and this one was no exception. We socialized a bit and then headed back to the rooms for some reading or writing time before bed.

Preparation: How to Stay Healthy While Trekking the Himalayas

You’ve spent quality time with the Stairmaster, hit the trail on weekends, and can hang out deep in Warrior Two all day. General fitness… check. There are just two more potential adversaries to consider that may interfere with an enjoyable ascent to base camp: altitude and germs.

Oxygen at base camp is around 50% that of sea level, meaning your heart, lungs and blood work twice as hard to get your body the oxygen it needs. General fitness preparation should take care of your heart and lungs. The preparation tips that follow relate to keeping the bloodstream healthy and vital.

On the trail, be sure to take the time to acclimatize so your body can add hemoglobin (protein in red blood cells that carries oxygen) and drink a ton of clean (i.e., filtered or treated) water to flush toxins out and keep things flowing. Note that you don’t want to drink so much water that you upset the natural balance of sodium to the point of hyponatremia, but this is pretty hard to do.

An excellent way to build up your blood before you lace up your boots is with chlorophyll. Ideally source it fresh from the plant, if that’s not practical you can also find it in concentrated supplement form. In the 40 days leading up to my flight, fresh green Juiceman juice (containing kale, wheat grass, parsley, cucumber, celery, spinach, cilantro, etc.) was part of my daily routine. I used a fantastic app called Lift to track the habit. I also supplemented ChlorOxygen and adopted a mostly vegetarian diet. Meat in Nepal is sketchy at best, so you’ll want to go vegetarian while you’re ascending. You may as well get used to it beforehand. Extra chlorophyll combined with zinc has the added bonus of improving your smell when you sweat (allow about 2 weeks for this to take affect) which is helpful as you may go for days without a shower on the trail.

Hemetics (herbs and foods rich in iron and manganese) will help build up your blood too. Common examples are apples, blackberries, and raspberries. Interestingly enough, while on the trail to base camp, we shared apples slices almost every night for dessert. That apple a day may well have helped keep the doctor away on our trek.

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Mmmm, bacon?

Another key to keeping the bloodstream happy is AVOID SUGAR! It causes stress on the body in so many ways, since our focus is on the blood I’m including this illustration rather than a lengthy sermon. You can see what sugar does to the blood on the right; when the cells are glued together like that they’ll have a hard time delivering oxygen won’t they? Challenge the myth that you need those empty calories to get up the hill. (All you’ll need is some “dal bhat power, 24 hour!”) If necessary, do a sugar detox before you leave. Read the labels of the foods you’ll be packing with you. Native Nepali cuisine tends to be healthy and delicious on its own, but be sure to pass on adding sugar to your tea or ketchup to your chips/fries.

Left: Normal blood. Right: Blood on sugar

Left: Normal blood. Right: Blood on sugar.

Source: “Death by Sugar” on YouTube

This brings us to our second adversary; germs. Having a healthy bloodstream is half the battle. An alkaline diet rich in chlorophyll makes your bloodstream a germ-adverse environment to begin with. Avoiding sugar and alcohol, at least on the way up, will also deprive them of their favorite foods.

On the trail, filter or boil your water, or add purification tablets. Our group used Micropur, which is supposed to be the best if Amazon reviews are to be believed. To me it was like drinking heavily chlorinated pool water and was difficult to choke down even when masked with a flavor. I brought Potable Aqua iodine tablets with the taste neutralizer which made the water much more palatable and used those most of the time. Ideally I would have used colloidal silver, but the potential headache of getting that much liquid past the TSA made me opt for the iodine. I brought a smaller amount of colloidal silver for treatment of actual infection. To make the water taste better and help with the altitude, I added a bit of ginger root tincture and ginkgo tincture whenever I refilled my trusty Klean Kanteen. In the event I ran out of water and was dutifully waiting the 30 minutes on a tablet, I used my LifeStraw.

Bring probiotics with you as a preventative measure (I like Garden of Life Primal Defense) to help your body replace any good bugs killed off by the purification tablets. In case of infection, bring colloidal silver (make sure this is at least 500 ppm). Don’t wait for the nausea or Montezuma’s revenge, check your tongue (usually you’ll start to see or taste something growing in the back, for me it’s slightly metallic) and if you notice any signs, add the colloidal silver to your water. To combat viral, olive leaf extract is a favorite. I make a sort of tea out of both to make sure my body has whichever weapon it needs. In case of actual infection, I also brought Grapefruit Seed Extract, Oregano Oil, and Asparagus Tea.

In addition to the purely physical, there’s a mental game involved when the body starts to get stressed. I found a few meditative/affirmative/woo-woo techniques really helped on a few occasions. Learn and practice them beforehand. For altitude related stress involving difficulty breathing try one or a combination of these three techniques:

  1. Imagine your body is not limited to receiving air through the lungs. Picture every pore of your body opening up and directly allowing in the air it needs.
  2. Picture a stream of oxygen moving directly into your heart for distribution. There’s no shortage, only perfect abundance. In fact, it’s a fire-hose blast of oxygen, more than you can ever use. You can even point this at your friends as a sort of blessing to them.
  3. Imagine there’s a vortex of air above your head that sucks in any and all available oxygen molecules directly into your lungs. I added to this and pretended I had a Harry Potter-esque bubble around my body that stored all this extra oxygen so my whole body could breathe easy.

For any other sort of ailment, like headaches or sore muscles, this mindful breathing technique from Thich Nhat Hanh really helps:

In short, if you had a headache, you would put your awareness on your head, smile at it, and thank it for all the work it’s doing to help you reach your goal of EBC. E.F.T. or “tapping” was also helpful, as always.

All this was successfully field tested over three weeks in Nepal in which I made it to Everest Base Camp and Kala Patthar without any serious ailments. If I had it to do over, I would have brought extra chlorophyll and colloidal silver for my tour mates, gotten more sun beforehand, and checked the expiration date on my sunscreen (sunburn = epic FAIL).

To review, here’s a checklist of an amateur naturopath’s Himalaya trek first aid kit, and what each is for. You can repackage these into little 1-2 oz containers for the trail.

 

 

Preparation: Himalaya Trekking Gear

A quick what to bring and why in case you find it helpful. It’s not all-inclusive, just some commentary on the items I was glad to have while on the trail or wished I had. Beware I’m writing from a woman’s perspective.

What to Bring

Why

Day Pack

This assumes you’ll be hiring porters to carry the bulk of your gear. Since you’ll be living out of this for weeks, make sure it is up to date. At minimum you’ll want one with waist and shoulder support that can hold a water bladder. Airflow across the back is nice too, since it can get warm and wet at the lower elevations. Osprey makes some enviable packs these days.

Dry Sack

To keep the contents of your day pack (TP, down jacket, camera) dry in wet weather.

Water Bladder

Even if you prefer to drink out of bottles on the trail, a bladder with a straw makes it really easy to drink while half asleep and helps you stay hydrated at night.

Smart Phone

Believe it or not, WiFi access is available sporadically up the trail. You may not want to keep up with work email, but it is fun to download the latest summit news from Everest. Save your travel documents (flights, insurance, and itinerary) onto it and install a free Nepali translator app before you leave.

Install a Kindle app and load it with reference books. (I prefer real books for recreational reading, because they don’t need to be charged and they’re easier to share. “Packing” my reference books on the phone saves weight and saves me having to bring a second gadget.)

I brought a plug adapter for my charger and was pleased to find I didn’t need to use it. In the rare event I encountered an outlet, it was universal (see photo below). You do need to be aware of voltage if whatever you’re trying to plug in does not have a converter.

Solar Charger

For your phone or camera. This one falls under the “wish I had” category. WiFi is more common than opportunities to charge your phone, and these times you’d probably rather be using it than waiting for it to charge. Phone charging opportunities also cost by the hour and become more expensive the higher you go.

Flip-flops/Jandals

When you first arrive you may cringe at the thought of flipping mud, poop, and spit up your calf while cruising the streets of Kathmandu (by the end you won’t care), these are also quite handy to have in the community showers common in tea houses.

Sleeping Bag

Yes, it gets colder at night the higher up you go. A full four season bag may not be necessary depending on what time of year you travel and your tolerance for cold. Keep in mind many of the tea houses provide heavy blankets.

Down Jacket

See sleeping bag above. Expedition weight may be overkill depending on the season and the weather. Extreme cold weather gear can also be inexpensively rented/hired so no need to buy one just for this trip even if you think you’ll use it. Sans a blizzard, your regular winter downy, assuming it has room for layers underneath, should suffice.

Hiking Boots

This one should be obvious. Break them in beforehand. Make sure they have thick soles and sturdy ankle support since you’ll spend most of your time trekking up, down, up, across, and up rocks. Waterproof them if you’ll be there while there’s snow on the trail.

Trail Runners

For hanging out in the city or the tea houses.

Rain Jackets

I brought two of these and used both. Both soft shell, both un-padded. One from Salomon without a hood that was extra breathable to use in light drizzle. It also doubled as a windbreaker. The other from Mountain Hardware with a hood to use in monsoon rain. If you’ve never been in a monsoon, put on your jacket and step into the shower on full blast. See how dry it keeps you.

Fleece Jackets

I brought two of these and wore them the most often. One was an Icebreaker I lived in on the trail, it was warm when it needed to be and cool when it needed to be and also offered excellent wind protection. The other was a fluffy synthetic from Mountain Hardware I saved for clean, cozy tea house evenings when a shower was available.

Shirts

Make your shirts Icebreaker and you can’t go wrong. Lightweight, quick-dry, and better smelling than synthetic. Some long sleeved, some short-sleeved. Sleeveless is best left at home, see explanation under shorts. It can be expensive, watch for deals on Sierra Trading Post.

Gaiters

You’ll find these most handy for keeping the yak crap off your socks and pants. This tranlates into being able to wear them longer before they need to be placed in your biohazard (i.e., laundry) bag.

Pants

I’m in love with the Merrell Aurora soft-shell pants. They’re waterproof, windproof, lightweight, breathable in warm weather and warm in cool weather plus they’re reasonably stylish. I brought two pairs, one for the trail, and one for hanging around tea houses at night. Without these you’d need rain pants, multiple hiking pants, and chill-around-the-tea-house pants.

Thermals

One pair light weight, to wear underneath your regular pants while hiking in the cold. One pair heavy weight, for sleeping at high elevations or sitting outside watching stars. I used Icebreaker for the lightweight and inexpensive Wickers polyester for the heavy.

Shorts

It’s not always easy to find quick-dry shorts for women, until you realize board shorts will suit your purpose. I had some success shopping at Athleta. How many pairs depends on how you feel about showing skin in a country where it isn’t necessarily culturally appropriate (for a woman). However, it can get really hot in the lower elevations so I was glad to have the option to wear them.

Socks

Good quality wool hiking socks. Medium to expedition weight. Err on the side of over-packing, as opportunities to do laundry may be few. Also bring lightweight socks for wearing with the trail runners. Something slipper-ish to keep your feet warm in tea houses at night would not go unused. You can find funky knit slipper socks locally in Nepal.

Underwear

Get as many pairs of Icebreaker as your budget allows, but bring regular underwear too if you must. As with socks, err on the side of over-packing. Icebreakers tend to stay fresh longer, and when you hand wash them, they dry quicker.

Travel Towel

While the smaller microfiber towels may claim to absorb just as much as a regular towel, keep in mind they still have to cover you. Community showers. ‘Nuff said. Don’t bring a regular towel though; lightweight and quick-dry are still a good thing.

Warm Hat

When deciding which hat to bring, keep in mind that if your head is already pounding from the altitude, make sure you don’t add to the stress with cold ears. The wind off the Khumbu glacier gets chilly.

Buff

Buffs are one of the most popular gear items; even the porters use them. It can become a warm hat, scarf, dust mask, do rag, headband, ear muff, etc. Bring your own or shop for some eccentric styles in Kathmandu.

Sun Protection

Hat, sunglasses, and sunscreen (check the expiration date!)

Gloves

A lightweight pair, you’ll use these most. Plus ski gloves or equivalent just in case of extra cold weather.

Toiletries

Pack your toothbrush and toothpaste in your day pack in case you get separated from your porter bag for a night. Bring a mirror and tweezers. I put soap in a mesh bag that doubled as a washcloth and worked out well for speed showers. Bring pantyliners to help keep your underwear fresh. There’s no such thing as extra toilet paper, you can almost use it as currency. You will use hand sanitizer all day every day. Wet wipes are good for the no-shower days, so is a facecloth. Travel packs of tissue also come in handy when your nose runs from dust or cold. Lip balm! I wished mine had a tint; the sun, wind, and altitude will tend to remove all color variation from your face. Even in the mountains I still like being (and looking like) a girl.

 

Water Bottles

3 litres worth. At least. No, really. See bladder above, I’m also a fan of Klean Kanteen.

First Aid

See previous post on staying healthy. Plus the usual stuff like band aids and blister treatment. If you’re not in to the hippie methods, the themes are pain killers, antibiotics, sleeping pills, hydration salts, and stuff to prevent altitude sickness.

Hiking Poles

Useful for steep, rocky trails, especially when they’re wet and the yak crap is slick.

Alarm clock

Useful to have a little one in the event your phone battery dies. The sunrise on Kala Patthar doesn’t wait.

Camera

I prefer cameras that use AA batteries so you can bring extra rather than worrying about charging it in the boonies. Lithium batteries aren’t as heavy as regular. Bring extra memory cards if you’re prolific. On this trek I used a Canon Powershot SX10IS.

Duct tape

Wrap a little bit of this around something (pencil, water bottle) and pack it with you. I did use it… twice.

Binoculars

Useful for spotting climbers on Everest.

Multi-Tools

I always carry a Leatherman Micra and use the knife and scissors for something every trip. Little thermometers, LED lights, and compasses can be helpful. I also envied a friend’s laser pointer for pointing at stars. Bring your headlamp, not every place you stay will have electricity, and you may not make it to your next tea house before dark.

Length of cord

Makes a useful clothesline since you’ll be handwashing stuff if it gets washed at all. It would also fix a broken boot lace.

 

Universal Outlet
Universal Outlet