Given the limited time we had to explore the national park we didn't hang about in Lukla. Sure it's an inviting enough little town, but we had countless hours of hard work ahead and the sooner we got started the better.
Meandering out of Lukla (2840m) the path quickly drops several hundred metres making the opening few hours of the trek easy on the feet and enjoyable - a bonus when you've shunned the idea of a guide and porter and are thus charged with carrying your own load! Small Sherpa communities, such as Chheplung, Nurning and Phakding, help break up the journey, each catering for weary trekkers by way of tea shops, eateries and guest houses.
Though still Spring, the mighty Dudh Koshi river roared below. Vertical drops did their best to unnerve us as we tackled the first of countless lung-busting climbs, this time to 3000m, while rickety wooden bridges provided the only way of crossing the deep gorges decorated with Rhododendrons, Magnolias and Giant Firs.
Day one ended in Bengkar, a small village minutes away from the entry point to the national park. Pasang Nuru Sherpa was our host for the night - charging 80p for a bed and about double that for a bellyful off food. And our first day in the Himalaya ended as it had began, with the sun sprinkling its rays on those magical snowy peaks.
Though still Spring, the mighty Dudh Koshi river roared below. Vertical drops did their best to unnerve us as we tackled the first of countless lung-busting climbs, this time to 3000m, while rickety wooden bridges provided the only way of crossing the deep gorges decorated with Rhododendrons, Magnolias and Giant Firs.
Day one ended in Bengkar, a small village minutes away from the entry point to the national park. Pasang Nuru Sherpa was our host for the night - charging 80p for a bed and about double that for a bellyful off food. And our first day in the Himalaya ended as it had began, with the sun sprinkling its rays on those magical snowy peaks.
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