Even porridge couldn't breath strength into our aching legs the morning of day three. To be honest, this despite almost a week fag and drink free, we were probably wrong to set off early in the morning when every other trekker was using Nache as a base for acclimatisation or rest. Tell tale signs came early. Loss of appetite, puffy cheeks. 
Marit was fading fast and we both knew, only a Snickers would do!Destination on day three was Tengboche. Situated at 3860m, not only is this monastery home to 50 Tawas (pupils) under the Dali Abbot's rule but also some of the finest vistas to be seen in the Himalaya! Tengboche has been heart of the Sherpa culture since the early 1900s and is home to a beautiful Buddhist gompa - almost, and I stress almost, worth the day's efforts alone.
The trouble really started after the uphill push from Phunki Tenga. Marit's energy just deserted her, the confidence shattered, as she dragged herself up some naughty bastard climbs. As all gentlemen should, I made a point of bearing my struggling girlfriend's load. Though I must admit, it was the constant slander and bickering that carried us, like a Momo-induced cloud, to the top and our bed for the night!
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