The road to Mt. Everest was a long one. Twenty-four hours of travel from my home and two days ahead on the calendar, I touched down in Katmandu. A bustling metropolis with rich Buddhist and Hindu tradition, the city offers a delightful sensory smorgasbord. But along with the delight comes a challenge to rival the upcoming push to the realm of thin air and thigh busting ascents.
If Chaos Theory helps us understand the random and unpredictable, Katmandu’s traffic would be a worthy subject of study. There are no traffic lights, stop signs or discernible rules of the road and there are scant directional aids. Nonetheless, constant streams of motor bikes and vehicles flow into tributaries which veer off in all directions. Yet each commuter avoids any disrupting contact with the other. This struck me as an incomprehensible miracle!
Leaving Katmandu behind, it was time to begin my trek to Everest Base Camp. But first was the matter of taking my flight to one of the world’s most hazardous airports.
And for this, we wait for the next installment......