After a long slog across the world to get to nepal via dubai, and two nights of sleepless in Kathmandu, I’m finally in the beautiful Himalayas. Flying in a STOL Dornier twin turbo prop I catch my first glimpse of the snow capped peaks contrasting with the green of the lush valleys. Coming into Lukla, I see the famed runway of the Tenzing-Hillary airport, all 1500′ @ 15% grade of it. A rough touchdown and heavy braking brings us to rest in Lukla.
I don’t waste any time, making my way NW on the highway that is the trail from Lukla to Namche Bazaar. My first meal of Dhal Bhat in a small tea house is a lesson learned, dhal bhat is too big of a meal to walk on, it is a better dinner than lunch. Regardless, I waddle on, clutching my full belly as I head to the village of Monju where I get a room and settle in for the evening, befriending a few fellow trekkers, one Spanish, two Dutch. No problems sleeping tonight as I begin to drift off in the warm dining room at only 7. I excuse myself and shortly thereafter I am abed.