On Thursday, 11 May, the day I was originally supposed to fly home to Virginia, I rented a 7 passenger Land Cruiser with 6 other people and set out for Mt. Everest. The 2 Norwegians, Marius and Gaute, 2 Danish girls that were in our hostel, Sophie and Trina, and then 2 people I knew from ultimate frisbee in Beijing; Jason from Canada and Stephanie from Beijing. We were lucky to find this car, most Land Cruisers were only 4 passengers, but ours had a roof rack and 3 rows of seats. It saved us a bunch of money too. About $80 US per person.
We left early in the morning, motivated and excited. We stopped at a 4900m mountain pass which had a beautiful light blue lake on the other side. As soon as we stopped we were swarmed by people carrying dogs, goats, pulling yaks. They wanted us to pay to take a picture with their animals.
We continued on, leaving the paved road for a gravel road, driving through the mountains, some had snow up high. The Tibetan landscape is very dry, the ground is rocky and the only vegetation is very thin brown grass. We stopped at various places to take pictures, relieve our bladders, etc. We stopped in a city called Gyantse for lunch. There is a monastery there but we did not go in. In Tibet, almost every single kid begs for money, and is extremely in your face about it. Outside the monastery they were fairly aggressive until we started playing with them. Then they played aggressively. First it was throwing the frisbee, which they loved. Then they wanted us to swing them around in circles by their arms. Then they mobbed Jason and I, clinging to our arms and legs trying to take us down. There were like 4 kids on me, and I'm holding them up and walking around at above 4000m. I was quite tired.
We continued on to Shigatse, the 2nd biggest city in Tibet. We visited the monastery the next morning. It costs foreigners about $7 US to get in, so I said that was doing my part, and my reason not to give to beggars and not to put 1 cent bills in all of the altars like the locals did. I would like to think that monastery has outreach programs, and that buying an expensive ticket is more effective at helping locals than giving them small change and encouraging them not to work. But who knows.
The monastery was nice, I tried to compare it to Shrinemont, which I guess is a comparable place. I certainly like Shrinemont much more. In the big buildings of the monastery, they have big statues of buddhas, one was a 27m high gold buddha.
We journeyed on, through river valleys and over the occasional pass. This was all dirt roads now, quite bumpy. We passed lots of small towns, lots of people sleeping on the side of the road, some people farming, some people coating their houses in yak dung. Sometimes the whole village would be out in the field, hoeing, plowing with the yaks etc. The yaks' horns were always decorated.
In one valley, we came across this old castle looking building on top of a small ridge, with a big sand mountain next to it. I was amazed and had us stop for pictures. I took a bunch. We had always passed old structures built on top of small hills and they are always cool. Like Potala palace, it makes me imagine some outpost surveying the whole valley.
We arrived in the town of TingRi in the evening, and on the mountain pass before the town, we could see the Himalayas. We saw one huge mountain and thought it was Everest, but I think it was actually Mt. Lhotse, the #2 peak. We stayed in TingRi and at dinner saw some guys returning from EBC(base camp). They said that we were lucky because the weather was so clear, we would get to see the peak. But when we woke up at dawn the next morning, it was snowing hard and the visibility was nothing. So we continued on.
At the town of Basong, travelers must board an "environmentally friendly" van to take us on an hour drive to the Rongbuk monastery. This was a 15 passenger Dodge Ram, and the only thing environmentally friendly about it were the stickers on it saying "don't pollute". We ate at the Rongbuk monastery, which is the highest monastery in the world, about 5200m. We still could not see anywhere because of the snow, so we started our 2 hour hike to EBC. It was cold and windy, but hiking at that altitude is challenging, so I warmed up quickly. Two locals caught up to us and led us on a "shortcut" which was rough, mainly because of the altitude. But these guys flew. So we arrived at EBC and were greeted by some locals who informed us there was plenty of room at the Hotel California. This was the tourist side of EBC, you need a special permit to go to the expedition side. On our side was a slew of big canvas tent hotels. Inside there is a stove and padded seat/benches around the outside, which served as beds at night. So we sat around in the tent, talked with people and went to bed, because we couldn't see the mountain. We were told at 7am we could see it. So Marius and I woke up and walked up this small hill with our cameras and froze ourselves to death waiting for the weather to clear and the sun to rise.
At first we thought it was a peak that was visible to the left. So we took pictures. But it wasn't very high and soon enough another peak to the right emerged and we thought it was that. But we had doubt in our minds. The sun slowly rose and cleared the clouds away. More people joined us on the hill, but my toes were of course frozen, so I went and put some hand warmers in my boots. When I returned, one ridgeline to the right of the peak leading up was slowly materializing through the clouds. The ridge seemed to continue really high and I got excited. After a while the peak emerged, it was just this monstrous face that towered above the first 2 peaks we saw. In front of the peak is the steep North Face, which goes down thousands of meters to a cool looking valley that curved around one of the smaller peaks. I took a million pictures, even some in the RAW format in case I got some special shots. The mountain was just so impressive, and as the sun kept coming out, it got clearer and clearer, so I shot more.
Our driver had told us to meet him at the town at 10 am, which was a 2 hour hike and a 1 hour van ride away, which meant leaving at 7am, before the sun even rose. It was about 10 and the mountain was quite bright, and we were like, who cares about the driver. So we left just after 10, continuing to turn around and take pictures as we hiked. The whole hike back, the mountain was just right there at the end of the valley, and it never got smaller as we hiked away. It was great.
We returned home, this time only a one night journey. We were satisfied that we had seen the peak and ready to go home. We were dirty and dusty, some of us hadn't used the bathroom in a few days due to rough conditions etc. Now we're back in Lhasa and I have a slew of pictures to go through.