Giant on the move
You’ll never guess who I met at Base Camp.
After a quick stop to watch the monks and nuns at the Rongpo monastery at prayer this morning, we finally got up to Base Camp proper this afternoon.
It was pretty bleak. Basically, a cluster of tents on an exposed rocky flat. It made us feel almost grateful for our humble cabins back at the media centre.
The views, as always, were a compensation.
I was trying to get a couple of basic facts from an official whose English was as good as my Chinese when we reached the point of non-communication.
More negotiations over whether we should delay our departure for base camp kept us off the road for an extra couple of hours and stretched the patience of the Chinese journalists.
All was forgotten, though, a couple of hours later when got our first real look at Everest from the top of a pass.
After another round of negotiations with the organisers the next morning, we reached an agreement that we would get an extra day to acclimatize before we reached base camp.
That didn’t, of course, mean we would make the short journey to the next stop at Lhartse in short order and have the rest of the day to relax.