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The excerpt below is copied direct from my notebook. Aside from a slight altitude-spawned headache, I'd experienced no real problems up to this point. I was walking, without a guide or porters, with Rasmus and Louise, a Danish couple I originally met in China, to Everest Base Camp.
Rasmus and Louise had already been walking for six days from the village of Jiri to reach Lukla. I stayed behind in Kathmandu to go through the long-winded process of securing an Indian Visa, then flew to Lukla to meet them the following week. In the first four days we had covered a lot of ground, aside from the recommended acclimatisation day in Namche Bazaar. Dingboche is a small village at 4,400 Metres, we took our second acclimatisation day there:
‘…Day five and the sickness is creeping around my body like a war time saboteur, tweaking my stomach to send out pangs of nausea, taking a blunt pencil and prodding my brain into a state of heavy ache.
The temperature seems to drop lower each successive night, I’ve now got all of my layers on and am more than thankful for the purchase of my Michelin Man down jacket. It’s the warmest coat I’ve ever had but, alone, even its airy bulk can’t keep me from turning into a Salad Icicle. Today we panted our way up a peak to the north of Dingboche, some 700 Metres up from the village, 5,200 Metres high. I was fine up there, just breathing heavy like the other two (Rasmus and Louise).
The views were well worth the effort, if I wanted a taste of what it is to dwell in the high places of the world , I got it today. The scale of the mountains is just mind-stompingly boggling. I saw some hefty peaks of rock in Patagonia but they are the stunty cousins to this bad arse troupe of rocky titans. From the top we could see six of the world’s highest peaks.’
The morning after I wrote this we headed up to Dughla and the fun really started…