Asia | Nepal | Kathmandu Valley | Kathmandu – The trek
Well, I didn’t fall off a cliff or anything. As you can see, I made it successfully back from my trek a couple of weeks ago. My lateness in reporting is due to my 10 day illness afterward and new events here in the city. So I will start at the beginning.
It was a short trek due to time constraints, but that may have been a good thing. I learned a lot along the way about beauty, nature and myself. As we climbed, I saw beautiful views that I had only seen on postcards before. It was amazing. I also learned that the low grunt/snort of a yak in a field is not the sound of a wild boar coming to attack me. Next time I hear this and am in the lead, I will not run back for protection hahahaa. I also learned that I have a lot more strength than I ever thought I had. The first day was to be a 5 hour climb to Sin Gompa at 2900m. Who makes up these timetables I do not know, but I was sure they were nuts. Two hours into the climb I cried exactly 4 tears, then I snuffed it up, pulled my shit together and carried on. I made the climb in 7 hours and spent the night in a tea house. I felt good, no aches or pains. Was rather surprised actually!!! That night I was a bit restless and had trouble sleeping. I woke once with a searing headache, but the next time I woke it was gone so I figured, no problem. We set out for the next 5 hours climb, even steeper than the day before. I felt I might die in the morning, but something sparks in me after I have been awake for a while. Each day Jens, my husband, started off in the lead and I ended in the lead, our energy levels being exactly opposite. We managed the 5 hours in 5 hours 45 minutes this time and ended at Gosainkund lake at 4400m Hurray!!! I felt great, but Jens was suffering a slight case of altitude sickness and had to lay down for a while. I thought I was fine, but that night it was almost impossible for me to sleep and I got a bitch of a headache that would not go away. In the morning my face was a slight bit swollen and I could not eat or drink anything or at least didn’t feel like it. We set off to go back to Dunche and I was silly enough to think it would be a breeze descending compared to the climb. I found it to be twice as hard. On the way up I could use my hands to pull myself up steep places but the way down I was trying to perch and balance on unstable rocks. Jens threw his knee out for the first time in his life and one of mine was aching too. We kept on though. My face was really starting to hurt and it wouldn’t be till later that I found out that I was swollen like a blowfish (periphereal oedema)and burnt to hell by the sun. I was peeling and had horrible blisters all on my cheek, chin and mouth for at least 10 days. Totally sucked, but I am still happy. It took 10 hours for us to reach Dunche and at times I really thought I wasn’t gonna make it. I took to repeating to myself ‘put one foot in front of the other put one foot in front of the other’ Finally we arrived. I had made it!!! I am very proud of myself. I know those of you who have trekked longer and higher may not be very impressed, but for me who hates exercise and smokes a pack a day it was one hell of a feat. I think I could do a lot better with a little better preparation next time. Like maybe remembering to bring some damn sunscreen!!!