Last night we said a lingering goodbye to each other Kathmandu.
Like lovers, our parting was sweet and heavy with longing, memories surging in shapes, colours, tastes, scents and sounds - all tempting me to stay. . . Just a little longer?. . . .just another day? . . .
Even your dust smelled sweet after the light afternoon shower.
Hello once more Kathmandu.
Last time I saw you the storm had turned your dusty streets into muddy flowing streams, the air, humid and heavy and I had been glad to leave your chaos and noise and seek the calmness of Tibet.
This time I wanted to kneel at your feet.
To kiss your melting tarmac.
To hug every single one of your head-wiggling, undisciplined, airport ground staff.
Trekking to Everest Base Camp is not for the faint-hearted, and little could have prepared me for the challenge of trying to walk at such high altitudes. The day before the final push to Base Camp, Tibet delivered my first encounter with the difficulties of breathing and we still had more than a thousand meters left to climb.