“So… How Was Your Trip to Everest Base Camp?”

It’s the sentence I’ve been hearing over and over again from friends, family and co-workers: “So… How was your trip to Everest Base Camp??”

Of course I’m not surprised that they’re asking me this, but every time I would hear it the first few weeks after being back home, I would tend to draw a blank.

Actual photo of what the inside of my brain would look like (jkjk, I did take this on the way back down though. COME ON.)

It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve returned from my trip of a lifetime and I’m finally feeling up to writing a bit about it.

Mary Anne’s a trooper and has been a lot more committed to working on HikeAddicts stuff than I’ve been lately. To be fair, she got home 4 days before me so has had a little more time to adjust… Okaaaay, weak excuse.

I have the tendency, like anything in my life, to avoid, avoid, avoid.

Avoiding trying to describe what it was like to go from full on adventures every day then back to reality.

Avoiding going through and editing my GoPro footage from the trip.

Avoiding writing here when I’ve had tons of friends and family asking me why I haven’t yet.

It was easier for me to throw myself back into work and start full on training for upcoming races I’ve signed up for. Part of my brain seriously doesn’t even believe we actually were in Nepal, climbing to Everest Base Camp.

Everest Base Camp.

It’s one of those things where you say it over and over, it starts to sound like nothing.

But it is something. A thing we friggin’ conquered. And the entire team made it, even though there were struggles with altitude sickness, flus, and injuries (old AND new). Not only am I proud of myself for accomplishing this feat, I’m damn proud of every single one of my teammates who toughed it out.

A very small part of the entire group but I’m not gonna lie, I like this pic more than the huddled up, blurry group shot of us all at base camp. SO, MOUNTAIN GAL PALZ.

The trek was one of the most challenging things I’ve done in my life for a lot of reasons. Compared to climbing Mount Kilimanjaro, yes, the accommodations were easier to handle. We had roofs over our heads, running water (at some of the teahouses), we didn’t have to sleep on the ground and we even had a few opportunities to shower (BLESS).

BUT, it was a hell of a lot longer. Eight days compared to twelve is a lot when you’re talking 8-9 hour days of hiking, people.

Luckily, I enjoy hiking (duh).

That doesn’t mean that I didn’t have my moments in my head where I thought, “What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I here? What kind of person takes all of their vacation days in one go to go through this kind of torture?”.

Thank God those thoughts wouldn’t last for more than a couple minutes. Lovely.

Luckily, the wonderful moments outweighed the not-so-wonderful moments. Like, 10,000 to 1. Some of my all time favorite little nuggets include: learning about the significance of prayer wheels, running out of a tea house at night to dramatically whip around and see the incredible lit-up mountain view, and the exhilarating helicopter ride back up to base camp (oh, and the 20 minute adrenaline rush that followed it).

And now, after some time at home spending quality time with family and friends who I love (having word-vomited every single story I could think of), I’m finally feeling back to normal.

No more jet-lag or post-trip depression (IT’S A REAL THING, YOU GUYS).

No more daydreaming about being back on the mountain with my Dream Team, ordering apple-water-porridge for breakfast every morning and dal bhat for dinner every night (while calling out BB’s name just so we can hear him say “YES PEES”).

Bichitra aka BB aka our guide/angel on earth.

I’ve had time to adjust, reflect, go through allllll of my pictures and videos (some of which I literally have zero memory of taking- thanks, high altitude memory loss) and come back to reality.

I’m back in my normal jam packed schedule of work-running-football-cottage-reading-writing-yoga-hiking-patio-drinks life that I’ve built (and love!).

So, lately when people have been asking me “How was your trip to EBC?”, I feel like I can finally go from being completely overwhelmed and not knowing what to say to saying:

“It was easily the most incredible experience of my life.”

But in the back of my mind I’m thinking… What’s next?

Vicky

Vicky Castledine

Vicky is a Content Marketing Manager from Monday to Friday and a trail runner/ book lover/ dog hugger/ wilderness explorer after 5 PM and on weekends.

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