The journey from Lhasa to Kathmandu feels much more like a physical challenge than a relaxing holiday. The Tibetan plateau is perched 3000 metres above sea level and home to some of the highest mountains in the world. It is deserving of the name ‘The Rooftop of the World’. However, the price you pay to experience this land of giant peaks, bright blue skies and mystical culture is altitude sickness, freezing temperatures and rudimentary toilet facilities.
A standout amongst the most saddling days of the outing was our endeavor to achieve Mount Everest. A really intense trial in itself – I considered how anybody approached climbing it once they arrived! Nonetheless, it gives an essence of the torments and joys you can expect on an excursion in Tibet.
Following a night in Shigatse, We rejoined the Fellowship Thruway at around 9am. We trundled along abandoned scene of rocks and rubble. From time to time we saw a Tibetan house – splendid white and natural red blocky structures shrouded in petition banners. Our first stop was the most elevated latrine on the planet (5248m above ocean level). 'Can' is a touch of a distortion as there was no pipes, just gaps in the ground.
We pulled up at a disengaged Tibetan town for lunch and at around 2.30pm we set off for Mount Everest – or Chomolungma as the Tibetans call it. The dubiously cleared street generally utilized was obstructed because of ice yet our trusty driver consoled us it was sufficiently simple to do rough terrain. Now and again it wasn't even conceivable to see a track and we were simply knocking along the rough level floor in our weak minibus.
There was not much or making any solid, just shakes, snow and a puncturing chill. The main indication of life was a few explorers strolling the distance to Lhasa along a removed edge, and a few villagers gathering Yak compost for fuel. Fortunately, in the wake of fiddling with the motor, the driver got us on our way once more.
In the long run we rejoined the official Everest track and soon came to Rongbuk religious community – around 8 miles from Everest Base Camp. In more mellow circumstances of year you can remain at the religious community, with rooms bragging an excellent perspective of Everest. The street ahead was totally shrouded in ice and in this manner blocked. We as a whole ventured out of the minibus to delight in the nearest we would most likely ever be to the biggest mountain on earth. Tormented with height ailment (an inclination somewhere between being smashed and hungover) and the profane icy, this was no little assignment. It was, be that as it may, calmly wonderful. As the sun went down Everest was still splendidly lit while the mountains around it, and us, were in shadow.
We were to pay the cost for such magnificence in transit home. The sky turned pitch dark inside a hour and the minibus' headlights attempted to illuminate a meter or so of rocks and rubble before us. With migraines and infection, sore bottoms and the temperature dropping to - 30 degrees we were altogether anticipating our beds at the 'Snowland Lodging' – expecting relative extravagance as it was the main inn really included in the manual. We weren't right.
The bedding alternatives were to join local people on the floor of a Yak-excrement stove warmed receiving area or drafty 'rooms' off the patio. Since the sleeping cushions were solidified strong in the rooms – we picked the floor and got ourselves alright with three to four covers over the thermals, jumpers, coats and balaclavas we had been wearing throughout the day.
At around 11pm, the generator was turned off, leaving only the stove and a flame for light. Inside 30 minutes we were impolitely awoken by a progression of ladies talking boisterously on the room's telephone – the just a single in the town. As they inevitably left, a skinny Tibetan feline entered and continued hopping on us as we attempted to rest. Everything got somewhat insane as we scrabbled about oblivious to discover where it was or who it would assault straightaway.
In the long run, I snatched it and put it out of the front entryway. My blame with reference to whether it would survive the below zero temperatures outside did not keep me conscious for long.