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Namche Bazaar Acclimatisation - Day 7

We had a day off in Namche Bazaar today. We were going to trek up to Syangboche, which was the world’s highest airport, but the weather was too shit, so we walked up to the Sherpa museum. Amazing place, all about the culture and lifestyle of the Sherpa people.

We also had time to do a bit of shopping as well. I picked up some (hopefully) waterproof pants and a rain poncho. Also got some genuine Forth Nace gloves for only ten bucks! We also had to check in for our blood pressure study. It was on the improve apparently.

We ducked into a pub for a quick look, and they were showing a film about Sir Ed’s Everest summit and life. Just the inspiration we needed!
Back to the hotel for dinner. Bed. Hoping for fine weather tomorrow.

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Suspension bridge crossing.

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Pakhding to Namche Bazaar - Day 6

So everything you read, and everyone you speak to, tells you that the second days trek to Namche Bazaar is fucking hard. We were starting at 2652m and would end up at 3446m. An ascent of nearly 800m. We set off after brekky with the news that it might also rain today. The first 3 hours were pretty good. We crossed a couple of suspension bridges which was exciting.

We stopped for lunch in Monjo and during lunch it started to rain. I donned what I thought was wet weather gear and we headed off to do pretty much the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was pretty much just walking up. And up. And up. Every time you’d get to what you thought was the top of something you’d turn a bend and see more upness. It was pissing down too, and my jacket was proving to be less than waterproof. As were my pants. Thank fuck my shoes were holding out. I was sweating like a fucker too, so the damp was going both ways. My eyes glazed over and I became oblivious to the mud, the yaks and their shit. I plodded as best I could while the rest of the group skipped and laughed their way up the ascent. After what seemed like about 7 hours, buildings appeared in front of us. I looked across at the guide who got lumbered down the back with me and croaked “Namche Bazaar?” He smiled and nodded. I nearly cried tears of joy. I really should learn that blokes name, I reckon we might be seeing a bit of each other.

Dinner. Bed. Fuck this shit :)

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Me sitting in front of a picture of mountains. (at Namche Bazaar)

Me sitting in front of a picture of mountains. (at Namche Bazaar)