Leaving the Himalayas

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Going down was easy. Walking was mostly, although not exclusively, downhill. Every day we slept at altitudes significantly lower than the day before. This made the air thicker. You could taste the difference. With more oxygen everything got easer and we felt full of happiness and energy.

We passed many beautiful valleys, walked through rhododendron forests, lunched and admired the incredible views at Tengboche, and even had our first evening of celebrating our achievements with a stiff drink. We stopped for two nights in Namche Bazaar and ate plate after plate of momos in a cheap local restaurant we discovered.

I somehow ended up at the golden jubilee of the Hillary School in the nearby town of Khumjhung, where I saw Peter Hillary, son of legendary Sir Edward Hillary, open up the three day celebration. Also present was the son of Tanzig Norgay Sherpa, and the rest of the Hillary School and Hillary Hospital Himalayan high society. I took my tea and biscuits, patiently sat through the musical performance by the local school children, and carried on.

We got back to Lukla after a long day of hiking. It actually rained a bit for the first time and we got a bit wet. The next day, we were able to catch a flight back to Kathmandu a day early and started the serous business of relaxing after our spontaneous two week trek in the tallest mountains in the world.

Going down was easy. Walking was mostly, although not exclusively, downhill. Every day we slept at altitudes significantly lower than the day before. This made the air thicker. You could taste the difference. With more oxygen everything got easer and we felt full of happiness and energy.
We passed many beautiful valleys, walked through rhododendron forests, lunched and admired the incredible views at Tengboche, and even had our first evening of celebrating our achievements with a stiff drink. We stopped for two nights in Namche Bazaar and ate plate after plate of momos in a cheap local restaurant we discovered.
I somehow ended up at the golden jubilee of the Hillary School in the nearby town of Khumjhung, where I saw Peter Hillary, son of legendary Sir Edward Hillary, open up the three day celebration. Also present was the son of Tanzig Norgay Sherpa, and the rest of the Hillary School and Hillary Hospital Himalayan high society. I took my tea and biscuits, patiently sat through the musical performance by the local school children, and carried on.
We got back to Lukla after a long day of hiking. It actually rained a bit for the first time and we got a bit wet. The next day, we were able to catch a flight back to Kathmandu a day early and started the serous business of relaxing after our spontaneous two week trek in the tallest mountains in the world.

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