Day 16 Phakding to Lukla
The first photo for the day was of a dog sitting expectantly outside the kitchen of our lodge. The trainer had taken it because “everyone loves a photo of a dog.” The dogs we saw on the trail appeared well cared.
Mani Walls coming into Ghat
On the last day of both our trek it was with a feeling of sadness that we made our way back to Lukla. Lingering on the trail as we went. Standing aside for the last lot of the donkeys and yaks, crossing the last bridges which on the way up were the first bridges. Savouring the last of the views of green fields of vegetables, mani walls and stupas as we would back down through a string of villages.
Prayer Wheels, Mani Walls and the Stupa at Ghat
We saw groups of trekkers fresh off the plane new to the trail and not sure quite what to expect.I pointed at the brand new boots of a young woman and I pointed to my boots all covered in white dust and told her that her boots would like mine after base camp.
Small villages on the hills on the way
Resting spot for porters outside or Lukla
I smiled a woman we passed who pointed behind me and mouthing “there is a porter behind you.” I think she thought he was trying to get past. I wanted to say yes he has been behind me for 16 days, he’s my porter. Although he wasn’t always behind sometimes he was ahead and leading. But he was always there walking beside me essence, keeping an eye on where I was stepping. Only a short time before he had pulled me out of the way from a donkey half, because I turned around and wasn’t paying attention.
Empty Street in Lukla
Starbucks and the Irish Pub in Lukla Waiting for Boots to Visit
In the end, despite not wanting the trek to end we were glad to get to Lukla’s entrance gate. The last of the hills seemed endless. And we had just walked 130 kilometres.
We walked through the streets of Lukla which we very quiet.Lukla would normally be a bit of a party town with people celebrating the end of their treks. It is always a place people stay at the end of the trek not at the beginning.
At the lodge we were happy to have a shower, do some washing and explore the town a bit more. Basanta came back later in the afternoon. We had a few beers together and said thank you and goodbye. He was going to have three days rest and then going to back on the trail again with a group.
Basanta our lovely porter guide and me in Lukla at the end of our trek
Inside the dining room at Paradise Lodge
After dinner and a chat with the woman who owns the lodge we were ready for an early night ready for the first flight out in the morning.