So when I knew I was going to Nepal for Reach Out Orphanage Ministries I could only hope that I would at least get a glimpse of the mystic Mountain. My naivety hoped to be able to see it from Kathmandu... I mean it is the tallest Mountain in the world right?! Wrong. While it is the tallest it is wrapped in the midst of the tallest mountain range in the world. While it is taller... it isn't that much taller.There are a LOT of mountains blocking any possibility of seeing it from Kathmandu valley.
My second hope was to be able to take a taxi or tourist day trip to somewhere close enough to say I stood at, or at least near the base of Mt. Everest... Turns out that idea is laughable also!
We asked around and soon realized the only ways to see the Mt. was
- A two week trek to base camp (yeah on your feet)... uh, not going to happen on a 10 day trip... or ever for me... period.
- A two hour bus ride to an overlook only to have someone point to a tiny peak between to equally small peaks. Furthermore depending on the weather you probably wouldn't be able to see it anyway...Uh... No thanks.
- Take a 1 hour small plane ride along the snow capped line of the Himalayan Mt range which circles at Everest... Ummm... Yes please!
And so we did.
EARLY one dark morning Amanda and I ventured out to the streets of Kathmandu to find our ride to the airport. That in itself was a bit of an adventure. After finally making it to the airport our flight was delayed by about an hour and a half due to fog.
While frustrating to wait I was appreciative that they weren't going to take us out there if we weren't going to be able to even see the mountain! When our flight did finally take off it was still SUPER foggy on the ground... I was a bit skeptical but before long we were above the dense fog and flying along side the most breathtaking mountain chain I had ever seen.
HUH??? ... Seriously!? What?
No joke we landed at a TINY one-room airport. We weren't sure if we were going to have to take a bus back to Kathmandu or what? We looked at a little map of all the airports in Nepal. Based on the location of Everest on the map we figured out where we were. The last 7 hour bus ride we were on was to a location a bit closer to Kathmandu than we were now... if we were going on a bus it was likely going to take us longer than 7 hrs.
Poor Ali was back in Kathmandu. By this point we should have already been back with her at the apartment. We had no phone to call her and let her know where we were and that it was likely going to be a while.
This was a view of the runway through the cockpit.
We did learn that when a small plane (or at least this small plane) looses altitude quickly due to turbulence a very loud alarm sounds! One that sounds like something you expect to hear just before crashing because of engine failure! :/
Traci not like this.
Amanda and I both grabbed each others hand... no one else seemed to notice or care.