Nepal Day 17: Return to Lukla

November 29, 2010

Day17

Entry

Bridge

One of the best things about this trek is never knowing which day it is. Monday, Friday, Sunday… whatever. It’s all the same. But on this day, Day 17, it started to matter that I was 8 days late. Yes, that kind of late. Jeremy and I spent a couple of late nights, squeezed onto a single twin size cot in our -15F down sleeping bags, whispering about what if…

So on day 17 when we started our long hike to Lukla and one of our trek mates asked us if we want to have kids one day. Jeremy and I exchanged grins. I had a lot to think about on Day 17 aka 8 Days Late. What if…

BoysPuppy

ManiWall

Field

BabyCow

And just like that there were babies everywhere. And I started getting excited about the whole idea of what if…

What if I am…
And we brought a baby to the top of the world and back.
Can we name it Ever? or Buddhi? or Babu?
Will I still be able to work out?
Will we still be able to travel?
I guess we should finally fix that door down to the basement…

As we got closer to Lukla we started passing groups that had just started. All fresh faced and clean – a stark contrast to our burnt and weathered faces, our baggy clothes and dirty hair. Just two weeks ago we were those people – as we trace our steps back to Lukla it’s easy to see that we’ve come so far.

ToLukla

IrishPub

After our very long day of hiking and thinking about the big what if we finally made it to Lukla, the happiest town in the whole world. We made it to our tea lodge and were ecstatic to find our room had a big double bed and a bathroom attached to our room.

After tea and dinner we found an Irish pub across the street. The place was filled with neon lights, a dance floor, a pool table and darts. The DJ plugged in Jeremy’s iPod and we listened to Mumford and Sons. Jeremy had a Guinness and I only had a sip of Bailey’s because you know… what if… We played pool and darts with our sherpas. And as the evening became night the place turned into a big dance party. Never in my life did I ever think I would be shaking it in an Irish Pub in Nepal with sherpas. It’s a scene I will never forget.

We left the pub at 10PM but it felt like closing time. The trail and town was dead silent and we crawled into our big double bed and said good night.

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