We were wakened at 6:30 am next morning by Bakta, our assistant guide in what would become a very predictable ritual, with sweetened black tea, followed a few minutes later with a bowl of warm water each for "washie-washie". (This was the delicate way for them to get us out of bed & on the move in the cold mornings.) Kim, one of out party, is in bad shape - she apparently suffered food poisoning the previous day (or night) and she's weak & has severe diarrhea along the way. Nevertheless, for the rest of us, the first part of the trek is enjoyable, and not too difficult. We crossed some of the high metal suspension bridges (stopping on occasion for the Dzokpio to pass...) and made it to Jorsale for lunch.
Kim was still very weak, and Buddha was discussing stopping at Jorsale for the night to give her a chance to recover. However, I was very eager to push on to Namche, as I as concerned we'd miss out on some crucial acclimatization time if we stopped at Jorsale (~2,800m vs. 3450m. at Namche).
Eventually, she did recover a bit, and we pushed on towards Namche. The way quickly got a lot steeper and wilder. (There would be no more tea houses or lodges all the way to Namche.) We passed a group of older Japanese tourists, some in their seventies & beyond, powering up the hills...! Stopping at an overlook about halfway up, we caught our first sight of Everest, a tiny peak in the distance behind some closer mountains. It still felt remote & unreal.
I continued up with Bakta, as the rest of the group dropped behind. I was feeling the effort, but trudged on for another hour or so, till he pointed out the town of Namche Bazar, arrayed in crescents above us on the hills. It was still a further stiff climb up to our lodge, the oddly-named Hotel Camp de Base, and I crashed out in the tea room on arrival... It had been a tough, eventful day, but finally, it really felt like we were in the Himalayas. The big white mountains seemed to crowd close around the town of Namche.
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