My trekking/climbing expedition in Nepal on the 5th of April started not according to what I thought was planned. There was no flying to Lukla from Kathmandu. We got on the bus to Jiri that Saturday morning (just barely few hours after my arrival) and got on a 11 hrs bus ride through a bumpy, windy road. Of course, the bus broke down but it was miraculously fixed. We reached Shivalaya almost at dark. At that time, I was just feeling I am on a different planet. It took a week or so of trekking to understand what a unique opportunity I was given by my guide to trek through this incredible country, remote Sherpa villages, away from any touristy places. Thus, my climbing didn’t start until two weeks after I’ve been trekking via narrow, steep paths through the jungle, mountains and valleys.
In fact, I thought a lot about my climbing ambition while I was trekking through these remote villages. Meeting local people, living with Sherpa and relying on Sherpa for survival has changed my whole attitude about climbing. It gave a human dimension to that very selfish ambition. I got to know my Sherpa team – trekking through their villages, meeting their relatives and friends, learning about their culture, language, eating their food… Climbing became just one small dimension of this (even if it was a real challenge and stretch of my physical and mental strength).
This is why I call my blog post “Every Dal-Bhat Taste Different”… I am proud to say I ate dal-bhat every day for 25 days in a row. Dal-bhat is the main traditional Sherpa/ Nepalese dish – rice, lentil soup and some vegetables and sometimes pickles . Dal-Bhat was like a daily connection to local people and culture.
This is why I would like to dedicate my whole journey in Nepal to Sherpa people, especially my guide Lakpa Sherpa as well as Tendi Sherpa who arranged all this in a very short notice. I could not have survived without two great Sherpa staff – Bole Sherpa (amazing cook!) and Canory “Carma” Sherpa.
Before I left for my Nepal trip, I new the challenges of climbing ( Mera Peak and Amphu Lapche Pass) will be greater than I ever experienced in my life. So, I told a friend of mine I would go through this in honor/ in memory of her father whom she lost recently and very unexpectedly. So, I am saying, Asta, your dad was a great man and he lives there… everywhere… forever…
So, I made it to Mera Peak on April 20th (my certificate says 6,654 m, as recorded by the Nepal Mountaineering Association), crossed through a technical Ampu Lapche Pass on April 22nd (5,845 m), trekked to the Everest base camp on April 24 (5,364 m), and trekked to the top of Kala Patthar on April 25th (5,550)
more stories and pictures to come soon…