The following day, as bright and early as the previous day, our whole group raced down the mountain for Tengboche. It was a first for the guides and porters – they hadn’t gone Gorak Shep to Tengboche in one day before – but we were determined. Knowing the bitch of a hill we’d have to go up to reach Namche we wanted to shorten the distance as much as possible. It was 10 hours of trekking and we were all totally exhausted, arriving in Tengboche after dark.
The puppies welcomed us back to the lodge, where we limped around and drank hot cocoa for the rest of the night. Other trekking groups were headed up the mountain and we offered advise and recommendations on where to stay, all the while trying to fake how not-exhausted we were.
The next day, Warner and Ryan had to leave early as they were bypassing Namche and going directly to Lukla. Adam, Tarnie and the two of us, trekked into Namche, barely able to walk. The night consisted of inhaling pizzas, donuts and one too many beers.
The following morning we said goodbye to Adam and Koncha at breakfast. Koncha, the sweetest guide ever, gifted Tarnie and the two of us with celebratory scarfs, congratulating us. Namche to Lukla was a exciting day as it was our last day of trekking. The sun was out no matter how tired we were, we kept moving on, even pushing through the last hill to Lukla. We had made it back to Lukla and flying back to Kathmandu the next day.
Five nights in Kathmandu, two terrifying flights, 76 miles trekked, 12 lodge stays and too many hot cocoas, lemon teas, snicker bars to count. We hiked to Everest Base Camp and back. Never thought we’d do that!