As if packing in the first place wasn't bad enough I've now had to sort my kit into three piles. What I'm taking on the 12 day trek - to be carried by porters. Stuff for Everest Base Camp to go in bags to be driven there. And finally stuff for Advanced Base Camp to go into two plastic barrels to fit either side of a yak.
Working out what clothes I need where, which jacket will suit the temperature at each camp, and where to put my shaving stuff, has been a nightmare.
Yesterday Richard and I left the hotel to have lunch with The Princess. Kathmandu has got to be the filthiest place on earth but a little local knowledge is amazing. We ended up in a beautiful old building converted into a series of very pretty craft shops and a lovely courtyard with a restaurant serving good food.
A couple of bottles of beer later Richard suggested I should have my hair cut in the rather smart salon. I'd just had it cut before I left home. So had Richard but his was close cropped. It suited him as a young guy.
Maybe it was the alcohol but I found myself thinking I was in one of those American films where the guy just going into the army is having his hair cropped. Off it came, the lot! I look like a skinhead.
There was one nasty moment half way through when there was a power cut. I thought I was going to end up like a Mohican but luckily the electricity came back on later and the job was finished.
Actually I quite like it. I wash it and it dries in 10 seconds. At least it will have grown back before I hit civilisation again.
Early start today. We leave at 7am for our trek.
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