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Namche
Bazaar. Namche is a cool place. After climbing the hill, we
took a trip with our sherpa guide back down into town to find Dana a
down jacket (it's freezing in the Khumbu!). We found one to rent for
about 120 rupees per day--steep for these parts, but a bargain for us at
about two bucks a day. We took it without hesitation and then treated
ourselves and our guide to apple strudel at a bakery. On our way back up
to the lodge, we saw this colorful group of Sherpas shlepping firewood
and rocks up the very steep hill that the town is carved into.
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Ama Dablam Summit.
Namche is in the middle of nowhere, but one can
find almost anything there, including old expedition gear, souvenirs,
batteries, a washer and dryer and the "world's highest solar-heated
whirlpool." Namche also boasts some incredible views. I snapped
this telephoto shot of the summit of Ama Dablam from the hill just above
the town on our way to Kunde. Click on the photo for a close up view of
the incredible summit glacier that overhangs the entire south face of
the mountain.
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Thamserku
Silhouette. From Namche, we hiked straight up out of town
to the twin Sherpa villages of Kunde and Khumjung. Along the way, we
passed Sir Edmund Hillary's airstrip at Syangboche, which makes the one
at Lukla look like Dulles International. We crossed the airstrip and
headed up another hill, where Rich climbed a rock for this shot framed
by the knife edges of Thamserku, a 6,600 meter giant.
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Khunde -- Sherpa Village.
Above the Syangboche airstrip, we passed
through some shrubland and a sparse pine forest with incredible views of
the Everest group and Ama Dablam, as seen here at left. Kunde is located
at the top of this hill, right at the base of Khumbila, the Sherpas holy
mountain. Like Maccapuchare
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Thamserku. Though not as famous as Namche, Kunde is
an important place for the Sherpas, as it is the home of a hospital
founded by Sir Edmund Hillary. Kunde is
also the home of our head Sirdar, Ang Tshering, who lives right next
door to the hospital. We were invited into Ang
Tshering's house to (what else) "take the tea." It was very
interesting to see the inside of a real Sherpa house. Some things,
however, were just like home. Like all proud parents, Ang Tshering and his
wife had their daughter's school drawings hanging on the wall. After
leaving their house, we hiked over towards Khumjung, where we would
spend the night. I snapped this shot of a chorten and Thamserku on the
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Khumjung. Upon our arrival in Khumjung, we were dismayed to discover that the
town's water supply, which is temporary at best, had dried up. It made
for an interesting picture, as we counted over 110 five gallon water
jugs lined up by local residents, waiting for the spring to begin
flowing again (see picture at left). Our Sirdar promptly sent the cook
boys packing back down the Kunde to fetch water for our dinner. At times
like this, we were glad that we opted for the "deluxe trek services." |
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Lhotse. After spending a chilly night in Khumjung, we
departed early for Tengboche. The date was March 18, 1999, Rich's 30th
birthday, thankfully spent 5,000 miles from home (and far away from
friends with "old man" jokes). On the way, I snapped this
great shot of the incredible south face of Lhotse, the worlds fourth
highest mountain (at left). Here you can see Tengboche on the horizontal
ridge in the foreground, the goal of our hike on this day. Click on the
picture for greater detail--you can see the huge Tengboche monastery on
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Kantega,
Saddle Mountain. The trail to Tengboche unfortunately descends
very steeply from Khumjung back down to the Dudh Kosi, the same river we
last saw at the bottom of the "Namche hill." Just before
starting our descent, our Sirdar took this shot of us with prayer flags
and Thamserku in the background. The other mountain in the background
(to the left of Thamserku) is aptly-named Kantega, which means
"saddle" in the local language. We had lunch down by the
river, where we played gin and drank warm orange Tang imported from the
Philippines. |
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