Decisions in The Khumbu
I made the choice because I could. I would wait for him and we would walk back down the slippery tracks together. 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.
I was content because I had climbed high enough to still have a spectacular view. I sat looking out across the huge Ngozumpa Glacier that we would cross tomorrow. Tomorrow I would have no choice but to go on.
For the EBC Trekking Cognoscenti it wasn’t the Khumbu Cough.