The chairs only went midway up your back so sleeping was impossible, unless of course you got one of the coveted seats against the never-cleaned wall; snacks were triple the price as they are in most airports; the loud-speaker announcing delayed and canceled flights buzzed unharmoniously every few minutes. The gates of purgatory opened and we jumped through.
Two days passed as we sat in the Kathmandu Airport attempting to fly to Lukla to get to the trail head of the Everest Base Camp trek. The weather report predicted more monsoon weather in Lukla through the week. Sensing our frustration and peering into our bloodshot eyes - ravaged from two 3:30am wake-up mornings - our would-be guide laid out the alternatives. Wait another day in the fiery pits or start right then and there along the Annapurna Himalaya Circuit trek - the most popular in all of Nepal and his personal favorite. We grabbed this lifeline and charged.
So we left Everest behind and took a bus - thank god - to the Annapurna trail head. Finally we were moving forward, moving on and climbing up.
Looking back, the 15 day trek through the Annapurna Circuit felt like a play in three acts.
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