What a sight, what a night, what a delight. We arrived at Everest Base Camp exhausted after a long day driving through mountain passes, destroyed monasteries and Tibetan farmers plowing their fields with Yaks. We stopped by one of the farmers, and the air was filled with a delightful whistling as he directed the yaks where to go with his voice.
The base camp at Everest is filled with prayer flags and stupors—stones stacked one upon the other by fellow travelers and pilgrims. Our tent for the evening is filled with many beds surrounding one fire fuelled by yak dung and sheep droppings.
The Tibetan lady—our host makes us a beautiful meal of noodles and vegetables.
The night however turned out to be one of the most miserable nights I have ever experienced. Altitude sickness overcame me—even though we had taken altitude sickness medication and made the appropriate adjustments to acclimatize ourselves along the way. I threw up into a bucket and had the most horrendous headache all night long… plus the cold was unlike any cold I had ever had–like being trapped in a meat locker.
I didn’t sleep a wink. However my friend, it was all worthwhile. To see close up the face of Everest was outstanding. And that’s what we sometimes have to do to get what we want. We have to bear some hardships to be illumined.
My friend, today think about something you have been putting off because it seemed too much of a struggle. Maybe it’s something fairly small, but the struggle seems huge in comparison. I have wanted to visit base camp at Everest for many, many years. And today I did it. My friend, what is something you want to do? Remember as you read this, I am here with you: a sixty-five year old woman who had a dream and saw it through. If I can do it, you certainly can.