By the time we had settled in, unpacked, eaten and poked around the general hotel area it was already getting late. We decided the best course of action would be to poke our heads into a few travel agencies and organise our transport from Kathmandu to Lhasa. The overland trips along this route are advertised literally everywhere around Thamel and it is almost impossible to NOT find a tour you can join. Prices vary, so be sure to shop around. We managed to organise our tour as well as our trip to Chitwan National park fairly swiftly. We also got sold on the idea of a Himalayan mountain flight leaving the next morning at 6.30am. We spent the rest of the day dodging bicycle rickshaws, hash salesmen and beggars through clouds of inscense, soaking up Thamel’s unique atmosphere. We barely took any photographs, and certainly none that could summarise the atmosphere of a night in Kathmandu.
The Next morning we were up bright and early for the Mountain Flight. It dawned on me I was actually about to see Mount Everest with my own eyes for the first time, something I had dreamed about since I was a kid. Fortunately, this revelation helped draw my attention away from the fear induced by our tiny aircraft rocking and rolling it’s way off the runway. Once we hit cruising altitude and my legs stopped shaking I couldn’t wait. It was a clear day, the Himalayas were typically enormous and the photographs say more than I could ever describe.
Then came one of the most hectic hail storms I have ever encountered…
I was already in love with Nepal.