The climb was interesting. We hooked up with a Tibetan who offered to guide us for a small monetary offering. I had read about the ascent and was prepared in mind for the leech forest where, for some reason, our guide decided was the best place to stop for a rest. While myself and my two friends spent our rest time pulling leeches off of each other before thay could attach, our guide, Dennis Lama, snoozed. Hence, he was the only one who got sucked, but was totally unfazed. The climb from that point got more rigorous, and the youngest of our group had to have the guide carry his pack. I, the oldest, had been working out on a stair master for months, so was able to keep pace with the guide with ease. Upon reaching the summit, the sun had set, so we found the cheapest digs around, grabbed a bite and a few brewskies, and after the exausting climb, concked out early. We rose before daybreak to peer through the clouds and view a distant Everest in the misty glow of morning light. At breakfast, we learned there was a road to the top of the mountain, so took the bus back to Katmandu. Unfortunately, my camera had been in my pack next to my water bottle, so got moisture in it and refused to take pictures for 2 days. Here’s a shot of me enjoying a curry lunch back in Katmandu.