Anticipation
The anticipation of the trek beforeme hit me hard when we had a trekking group meeting in the gardens of the hotel. Suddenly I was torn between the excitement of seeing the mountains I had dreamed of for several decades and the feeling of “What have I let myself in for?”
My little moment of terror must have shown in my eyes. My daughter said it was quite easy to see that I was way out of my comfort zone. It was her idea that we go on this trek. She was on her way home to Australia after a teaching exchange in England for all of 2005. It had take me but a few seconds to agree to join her. Then it had taken me 18 months of hard training to be ready.
In the early 1980s I had a deep desire to go trekking the Himalayas. I read every books I could get my hands on, but then the conservative, steady, sensible me took over. Too hard, too complicated (with a young family) and too expensive. I shelved – no buried – my dreams. Now it was about to be realised. The anticipation was almost overwhelming.
The flight to Lukla
I had been warned by my travel agent that the flight to Lukla was spectacular but inclined to be a bit rough. All part of the excitement, all part of the adventure. Others on the trek seemed a little overwhelmed by the experience but I found it exhilarating. And the view when one alights at Lukla airport is simply stunning. Nothing had prepared me for the absolute grandeur of the scenery.
To read more about Lukla airport and the landing click here.






