I had travelled through the Sahara and had explored Timbuktu, had marvelled at Iguazu Falls and the Perito Moreno Glacier. I had lived and experienced life in Milan and Buenos Aires. I was about to set out on a trek that would be the travel adventure of my life, but I didn’t know it.
I sat crying on our couch. My husband and trekking partner wanted to go out on a final training session. I was exhausted from training five times a week and I wanted to cry even at the thought of it. So I cried. He’d pushed it too far. He designed the training plan so we would make it to Everest Base Camp without feeling pain all the way. I had named him The Trainer he had trained us so well.
He had also researched, planned and organised the trek. Now he was weighing my pack and contents and being tough like the The Trainer could be. I could take 5.5 kilos in my back pack and my little pot of lip moisturiser had not made the cut I cut. I would be carrying it up the hills. So I sat on the couch crying with exhaustion and at not being able to take my only luxury item on a trek I didn’t want to go on in the first place.
That was November 2013 just before leaving for our first trek attempt to Everest Base Camp. In my fifties I was feeling fitter than I had ever felt in my life, had trained for over six months and in preparing for the trek attempted things I had never tried before. My first 5 kilometres run, for one.
Four weeks later back in Melbourne, despite having not reached our destination it was still the most amazing travel adventure of my life. I was glowing. I wanted to tell the world what am amazing experience I had had. We planned to return and reach Everest Base Camp. If you don’t succeed the first time try again.
In 2015, we trekked again and we made it. We made it. And it was the best.
The photo Base Camp at our feet and Mount Everest above the Trainer’s head with that stupid yellow wig. Obviously the weight standards dropped on the second trek. He snuck the wig into our luggage and into his pack all the way to Kala Patthar and Base Camp. And into all the iconic shots.
I’m still longing for the trip of my life! Since I found out I won’t be able to go (which is supposedly next month already!), I have been depressed and haven’t stepped out to walk except when I walk my dog. But that doesn’t count. The brat stops at every post, every bush, etc to pee! Lol! But your post reminded me I should still pursue the training since who knows I may leave for the trip of my life in a few months 😜. You never know!
What an incredible accomplishment! The question I have is did the luxury lip balm make the 2nd successful trip???
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Yeah! Want a wonderful experience it must have been. Your joy is palpable.
Alison
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Yes Lynn it did and made all the difference!
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I’m still longing for the trip of my life! Since I found out I won’t be able to go (which is supposedly next month already!), I have been depressed and haven’t stepped out to walk except when I walk my dog. But that doesn’t count. The brat stops at every post, every bush, etc to pee! Lol! But your post reminded me I should still pursue the training since who knows I may leave for the trip of my life in a few months 😜. You never know!
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Exactly Boots keep training. you never know when the time will be right. But you will be prepared. LOL about the dog, i am sure he is good company.
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What a brilliant photo, love it! So proud and happy, I can feel it through your words.
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Thank you Miriam that means a lot. Louise
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Inspired!
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Thank you.
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So cool. Not many people can say they did what you accomplished!
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Actually more than you think do the trek successfully each year. But thank you, you need to prepare for it. Louise
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