Twenty-four hours have gone and the plan has changed drastically. Since my last posting, I have decided to do the Annapurna circuit trek rather than the Everest Base Camp trek. It's about the same length and level of difficulty (I hope), but I found a great trekking partner who was set on doing Annapurna. So, I opted for a solid companion for the two week duration rather than seeing the world's tallest mountain.
I admit that I feel some disappointment that I'll be going home without having seen Everest, and some fear that this trek, labeled the "culturally diverse" trek, may be village after village after freakin village (you may recall how I feel about villages, enough already) and not the spectacular views offered by Everest.
So, as I sit here, I have to wonder if my change of plans was the right decision and if in a week's time I will be crying at the site of yet another village, or if both treks will prove stupendous and unparalleled. I guess I'll just have to come back and do the Everest trek another time. But I know my family will be thrilled to know that I am not getting on a prop plane tomorrow by myself and attempting to climb by myself to the base camp of the highest mountain in the world by myself.
I've managed to purchase and borrow everything that I'll need and book an all-inclusive, all-expense paid (by me) trip to the exotic country of Bhutan upon my return from the trek for the last week, last country of my trip. After Bhutan, it will be one more day in Kathmandu to load up on souvenirs and then embark on my two day journey home. So, all I have left to do before I leave is eat some food, stop regretting the Everest decision and say farewell. This will most likely be the last posting before I return home. Or maybe not. I fear that this trek will be lined with Internet cafes, not quite the Himalaya escape I had in mind. We'll see...
See you in 30.
