Trip Start Feb 21, 2013
Trip End Jan 02, 2014

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Friday, March 29, 2013

6:40am get up, check! Packed bag at the ready, check! Stuff to be left behind at my guesthouse all packed, check! Caffeine severely needed, yes please. I was off! Kancha picked me up in what appeared to be extremely high spirits. These Nepalese guys have an energetic attitude towards life that is something to be admired I can tell you. We swooped to David's hotel to pick him up and then we were off.

Now a great adventure is nothing without complication and that complication came in the form of the four-hour delay at the airport. The burst of raw energy David and me had, started to seriously wane and even the mighty Kancha was starting to get a little tiny bit agitated. This was not the start we’d dreamed off. In terms of the reason; well the altitude we’d be flying at had severely strong winds, which is a regular thing when flying to Lukla and is very dangerous. No airline will risk flying in those conditions. Finally our flight was called and we boarded that tiny little plane – a type of plane I’d never boarded before, in the speed and manner of, a group of immigrants crossing a border illegally.


Without a doubt the scariest flight I’d ever been on in all my years of travelling. Inside I absolutely shit myself as this what was experienced was beyond turbulence. Everyone was so frightened and I even witness a young lady grabbing ahold of her boy friends hand for comfort. As David and me turned to Kancha! He gave us a thumb up of reassurance but I could tell from his eyes that the thumb up was more for him. No one on the flight said an actually word during the duration of the journey! The only sound eventually made was that of the round of applause on landing. As soon as we all got off, we finally started divulging just how scared we all were and that it was the scariest flight we’d ever been on. I’m really not exaggerating that at one stage I seriously thought to myself, this is it! Lukla is not so much an airport but more of a runway that sits at the bottom of the trail. As the planes took off, the runway pointed downward. Watching it leave really was a site to behold. An Everest trek in comparison to that flight! Bring it on!


We were then introduced to our porter Tiluck. A man of tiny build and structure, whom I questioned, was actually capable of being able to carry our luggage. Boy was I wrong! As he sped off, my initial reaction was `look at him go.’ I suppose though these guys are so use to it. We began the march. Passing the many Nepalese on lookers as we strut our stuff. Now if you check out my pics with this particular blog, you’ll see a picture so horrifyingly shocking that shows the lowest depths of capitalism, I still now at this moment sit here in shock. HINT – Think coffee. Moving on, some of the features I saw made the look of this place seem a lot more modern than I thought it would be. Still as we edged up the trek was beginning to look like what I imagined. Spotting the locals carrying on about their daily lives! And the feeling of peace and spirituality felt as I passed Buddhist monks and mini prayer monuments on the way. Being behind schedule, the pace of the trek was somewhat faster than normal. I could handle it but struggled slightly due to the heavy lunch just had at our opening guesthouse. This was a great form of exercise with so much to see but it was when I hit my first metal suspension bridge that my Indiana Jones Temple of Doom moment was to surface. It was quite the photographic moment and I was feeling very much in tune with my surroundings now.

Eventually we made our guesthouse destination, where we settled quickly and had a small and very much deserved kip!. Fresh food was served promptly and Cancha briefed us on the day tomorrow.  He also briefed us on all the different ethnic religious groups around the region and their customs, especially when it came to burying themselves. Cancha ethnic group are known as the Rai. Although it was quite an information overload we were given after the day we’d had I’d still found it very interesting stuff. I feel during the course of the week, it would be knowledge given that may be put to good use, with that it was bed Time as tomorrow the real grueling parts of the trek would start, so we’d need all the energy we could muster.

TIP                                                                                                                        WHATEVER GOD YOU PRAY TO, YOU’LL CERTAINLY NEED A CLEAN OPEN LINE OF COMMUNICATION DURING YOUR FLIGHT TO LUKLA.                                                           If you don’t believe in any God, then I really suggest that you make up one as you’ll find that you’ll be needing them. Good luck!






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steff on

well that's why Lukla airport has been voted most dangerous airport in the world.. haha

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