Just after leaving our lodge in the middle of Namche we came upon this building which was like a boarding school. At least that is how we interpreted what our porter guide told us. I just love all the little shoes. And everything as neat as a pin.
We walked to the top of the Museum and Visitors Information Centre. My favourite part was the traditional house.
I loved the warm interior, the timber and the metal pots.
Up the top of the hill near the satellite tower the sculpture of Tenzing Norway and the sign underneath …
There was a great view from there but being the end of September we didn’t see it for the clouds which can still be an issue but what a dramatic scene they can make.
I love washing on line shots …
I love, love , love the yaks on the trail. This guy is patiently waiting to be moved on to wherever…
Namche Bazaar is also an opportunity for
A sleep in
Souvenir shopping (on your return)
A huge variety of things in the little general store
A place to buy the book you wish you had bought
Buying something from a chemist
Buying extra trekking gear that you wish you had now that you’re on the trail – gloves, an extra fleece etc
Buying a buff (which were hard to find in Kathmandu)
A daily film is shown in the afternoon about Everest
Trekking above the town to Khumjung or Khunde. More about this in the next post.
I’m a fan of trekking poles. A friend walked part of the Camino thoughts on trekking poles I must admit they do help but it does look like you have an affectation.The Trainer (my husband) put it more succinctly. You look like a wanker. I replied. Lots of wankers on this trail then. And took off down the trail. With my trekking poles.
You bet it is.That’s me with the worried look on my face on top of Cho La Pass (5368metres / 17,611 feet). I’d made it to the top with a lot of help from our porter guide, I was still anxious. And scared. All I wanted was to get off the top and safely to our lodge in Dzongla for the night before weather set in. I could include a bucket load of expletives here but I haven’t, I’ll just let you imagine them. Lots of them.
You can plan and prepare for a trek, but you can’t control fate. I had caught a cold just before leaving Melbourne for Nepal and for eight days I had coughed my way through the Khumbu. Now more than three quarters of the way up to Gokyo Ri I was exhausted.