The Best Travel Adventure
Trekking to Everest Base Camp
I had travelled through the Sahara and been to Timbuktu, seen Iguazu Falls and Rio and lived in Milan and Buenos Aires and was about to go on the trip of my life but I didn’t know it. I sat on the couch with a small pot of expensive lip moisturiser in my hands, crying. I was exhausted from training five times a week and had managed to get out of another session with my tears. My pack contents had just been weighed in by The Trainer. He was being tough. I could take 5.5 kilos in my back pack and the lip moisturiser didn’t make the cut. I couldn’t take my little pot of luxury on the trek unless I cut weight from my essentials. I would be carrying it up the hills.
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. It was a lesson of if you don’t succeed the first time try again.
This time last year, we went again and we made it. We made it. And it was the best.
Base Camp is at our feet and Everest above the Trainer’s head. Obviously the weight standards dropped on the second trek. That yellow wig made it into the pack and into the iconic shots.