It’s been said that you can’t live in the past. I politely disagree. A long time ago someone told me “You are who you are because of where you were then.” It was a clever way of saying that we are products of the people we’ve met, the places we’ve been, and our experiences. Even though it is now in the past, the friendships we developed, the people we met, the things we saw and experienced had a lasting impact on us. Nepal changed us. That part of our past lives on in the present.
In the previous posts, I’ve tried to provide some insights into what made Nepal special. Hopefully, a few favorite photos will engender a sense of awe and wonder for this part of our world. This first gallery contains pictures taken near the end of our trip during our climb of Imja Tse. Located in the shadow of Everest’s neighbor Lhotse, the views from on top left me speechless.
Island Peak (Imja Tse)
Ama Dablam at dawn.
Photo Credit: Joel Schenk
Glacier trail on Island Peak
Photo Credit: Joel Schenk
Lapka Sherpa minding the fixed ropes.
Photo Credit: Joel Schenk
Dan Boss and Finjo on the summit ridge.
The people, the villages, the temples, stupas, mani walls, prayer flags all offered a visual feast. Ultimately though, as lovers of high places, we had come for the mountains – and they most certainly did not disappoint.
Sunrise over Nuptse from Kala Patthar with Everest on the left. Unbelievably dramatic.
Photo Credit: Andrew Overheiser.
Renjo Pass across Gokyo Lake
Photo Credit: Andrew Overheiser
Goyko and Everest from Renjo Pass
Photo Credit: Andrew Overheiser
Moon over Cholatse
Photo Credit: Sharon Moore
Himalayan dusk.
Photo Credit: Sharon Moore
Cholatse cairns
Mountain stupa
Pumori prayer flags
Pumori wildlife
Ama Dablam.
Ama Dablam means “Mother’s necklace”; the long ridges on each side are seen as the arms of a mother (ama) protecting her child, and the hanging glacier is thought of as the dablam, the traditional double-pendant worn by Sherpa women.
Feel free reach out with any questions you might have about visiting Nepal. I/we would love to share any insights or info we have.
After planning and anticipating for close to a year, having traveled from various places in the U.S. to San Francisco in order to fly half-way around the world, having survived both the traffic in Kathmandu and the flight into Lukla…we were more than ready to finally begin hiking.
The Great Diapers and Depends Nepal Expedition outside of Namche, with – yes – Everest in the background. Dave, Joel, Dan, Cailie, Finjo, Andrew, Rob, Allison, Sharon, Nima
The Route
Given that our group was composed of people who love mountains and high places, we specifically chose a three week trip that would take us throughout the rugged area south and west of Mt Everest. All trekkers to the Everest region of Nepal start by flying into Lukla, and after two days of walking, arrive in Namche. The most popular trip from this historic village appeared to be the out and back trip to Everest Base Camp (EBC). Our trip would avoid that main trail and take us off significantly the beaten path. As we completed our meandering clockwise journey around the region, we would cross over two high passes – Renjo Pass (17,585′) and Chola Pass (17,782′). We would take a side trip north to Everest base camp, with a chance to climb Kala Patthar (18,192). Finally we would take another side trip to attempt to climb a mountain tucked into the shadow of Everest known as Island Peak (aka Imja Tse – 20,305′). In all, we would spend close to two week above 14,000′.
Everest High Passes and Peaks route
Trekking…in general
There are several options available for anyone interested in trekking in the Himalaya. A few folks found their way to Lukla by themselves. Hiking with backpacks, they either camped or made their own arrangements each night to stay in one of the many tea houses. As an alternative, Philip and Michele hired a guide and porter through Mountain Monarch to help with logistics, but followed their own itinerary. Others went with western guide companies. They had porters carry their gear, but generally had western guides and food. To a large degree, it seemed that while they passed through the region they remained separate from the local scene. Our choice was to go with a package deal from Mountain Monarch. We had a full complement of guides and porters. With the exception of base camp at Imja Tse, we ate and slept in tea houses along the way. We also followed a defined agenda, with our path, distances, rest days, etc for the most part predetermined. While we totally enjoyed our trip as it unfolded, it also would have been nice to travel using our famous “no plan” plan. If we were to do it again, we would probably follow the example of Philip and Michele. There was definitely value in having local knowledge and expertise, especially just getting through the airport to Lukla. They enjoyed a bit more freedom in deciding when and where they wanted to go.
Lodging
Trekking has become big business in the Khumbu Himal. In many villages, it appears that almost the entire economy is given over to accommodating trekkers. We were part of that. We took all our meals, and spent most nights in tea houses. In general, tea houses all have a common room, heated by a yak dung stove, where folks could hang out and where meals are served. Sleeping areas are unheated double rooms with simple platforms topped with a foam pad. Typically there is a single bathroom – dubbed the squatter – that is shared by all. While they all had similar features, that is not to say they were all the same. Some were a bit more …’polished’ than others. Some had lights, some had none. Some had carpet in the bedrooms, some had dirt floors covered with a bit of astro turf. Given the remote nature of our trip and the cold weather, even the most rustic tea house offered a relatively comfortable place to call home at the end of each day.
A new tea house being built. Most of the buildings are made with dry fit stones hand chiseled to fit. Really quite amazing.
Caile and Rob chillin’ in a typical common room. Note the yak dung stove. I doubt that Scentsy will ever offer “dried yak dung” Candles.
The common rooms offered a fascinating cross section of world travelers. Very, very few from the U.S. however.
Sharon hanging in one of the more posh tea house bedrooms. I believe this was in Phakding, only a day from Lukla.
On the trail for three weeks, a rare warm day became laundry day.
We loved the name of this tea house.
The view from our bedroom window in Namche. Just a 20,000′ peak across the way.
Drying laundry and yak dung patties…just like back home. Above tree line, yak dung is currently the main source of heat (and fuel for cooking!)
Pretty cool having lunch at a tea house in the shadow of Everest
A typical “squatter”. Once you learn how to drive one, they are actually quite nice.
Every morning we were awakened by a knock on the door and the words “Washie, washie!” and two bowls of hot water. Luxury!
Food
The food was…a bit of a challenge for us. Locals typically ate a vegetable and rice dish known as dal bhat and seemed quite content. Several times our guides turned up their noses at offers to share our western food choices. Dal bhat was fine, and we all tried it at our first group meal. Personally I would have had a hard time eating that twice a day for three weeks. The tea houses tried hard to tailor their menus to the tastes of an international population of trekkers. Given the difficulty of getting supplies to this remote region, and the unfamiliar nature of many foreign food preferences, they were actually remarkably successful. Having said that, there were also some spectacular failures. The “spaghetti” with “home made noodles” was instantly renamed “tapeworms in blood” both for the looks and taste. Since wasting food in a poor country was almost unforgivably thoughtless, and after trying several optimistically named menu items, we all learned to stick to simple, safe fare such as hard fried eggs, and various potato dishes. We recognized that our difficulty with the food had more to do with our taste and expectations than what was offered. Having said that, we all struggled to get enough calories to fuel our hike and keep us warm in the constant cold. We also agreed that the word ‘explosive’ should never, under any circumstances, ever apply to certain bodily functions. We all agreed based on experience. Enough said. We laugh about it now, but at the time it was a real challenge.
A typical “safe” meal – french fries and a fried egg.
The daily game of chance…menu roulette.
Most tea houses had a few snacks for sale…all carried from Lukla on some porter’s back.
Fried eggs with hash browns…OK. Chapati bread with jelly…safe. Steamed momos…explosive consequences!
Occasionally popcorn would magically appear – a welcome treat. The red water was euphemistically described as “tomato soup”. Once again chapati and peanut butter to the rescue.
The Trail
I believe Joel and Allison calculated after the fact, that we traveled some 160 miles during our three week trek. The trail varied from finely laid stone paths to ‘barely-there-path-wannabe’ pathways. We varied in elevation from 8,500′ a day out of Lukla to almost 18,000′ crossing over the passes. We walked in shorts for a day or two, and endured horizontal snow and well below freezing temps. We passed through humble villages and bustling trekker hot spots. We visited monasteries and met young monks texting on smartphones shortly after chanting words from ancient texts. We were treated to stunning mountain vistas while walking in the footsteps of generations of Tibetan traders and the earliest mountaineers. It was all exactly what we hoped for in a trip to Nepal.
The trail leaving Lukla honors a famous, female, Nepali Everest climber.
At times the trail ran right through a village. Always interesting.
Farming by hand…with an extremely rare satellite dish.
There are no roads in the Khumbu Himal. Everything (food, buildings supplies, trade goods) gets moved by human or animal power on the trails we all share. Obviously these guys get the right of way.
In addition to porters, yaks and mules sometimes carry cargo.
Steep trail at almost 17,000′ – heart, lungs and legs all get a good workout.
Trail to the pass
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