Today was different, a first full day of hiking and perhaps most importantly, the first piece of economics revision done of the Easter holiday. If you don’t take my word for it then when the internet reintroduces itself to our lives then there will be photos to prove it. Anyhow, the trek.
In 7 hours, we would be ascending and descending a height equivalent of Ben Nevis, compressed into around 12 km, give or take a few. Plus at over 2500 metres higher than Ben Nevis reaches. So no easy task. And this was reflected in each individuals respective performances. Considering future days require us to reach a new end destination, a few of us chose to turn back early, and return down to the tea house. To aid future days, those of us able to fully climb the Yangri peak will from tomorrow onwards carry extra kit to lessen the burden on others. Hopefully I won’t need to use my bleed kit or thermal blanket but it’s presence is reassuring.
As for the terrain, the contrast in. Himalayan climate was finally demonstrated to us through nature as opposed to PowerPoint presentations. At the bottom, the temperature was over 20 degrees and I began to regret wearing my fleece lined trousers and carrying a waterproof, down jacket and hats and gloves. But these feelings were retracted as 2 inches of snow towards the peak and temperatures towards zero meant all of the above were required at some stage or another. Tomorrow will be more like the former however we have been warned that at higher passes later in the trip, the temperature is at -5. Ominous indeed.
I could tell you what i did this afternoon but unless you want to hear about the effects of supply side economic policies such as increasing productive capacity can have on price levels then I won’t lumber that knowledge with you. (Hint: not much)
I would like to tell you about Bill Bryson’s observations on Britain as well but since I only managed to read the prologue before supper, my conversational ability in this area remains weak.
So let’s talk dinner. Thali, with rice and tarka dhal. Very tasty, but with spinach. More spinach. It’s health benefits I am more than aware of yet I find myself now sick of such a repetitively flavoured green vegetable of doom. I now wish I had chosen pasta when given the chance in Kathmandu merely so the taste of spinach doesn’t hit this new low until later in the trip. But alas, hindsight is blissful.
Tomorrow on paper seems like a far easier trek than today’s however complacencies can be a person’s undoing. For starters, whilst the day on paper should only take 5-6 hours, the last stretch is entirely uphill out of a valley after spending the rest of the day descending into it. Plus there is a new tea house to adapt to and hope for. 24 hour electricity might even result in this being published only 1 day late if WiFi is also available but as both of my regular blog readers will know, I am a pessimist first and an optimist on occasions. The day will also be made more challenging by the likely loss of both Millicent the Mutt – who didn’t leave with us but yet we found near the summit of Yangri peak and then walked down with us, and my 89 day Duolingo Swedish streak. Men jag vill läser Svenska efter min resväska är i England därför det är viktigt för mig.
Perhaps when I’m writing tomorrow’s article for you, I will reminisce by listening to Tears for Fears. After all, when you’re in Nepal, it’s important to make the most of freedom and it’s pleasures. As incredible as these experiences can be, nothing ever lasts forever.