The Tenzing Hillary Everest Marathon is an International High Altitude running event being held at Mt. Everest Base Camp every year on May 29. The race commemorates the historical ascent of Mount Everest by Late Tenzing Norgay Sherpa and Sir Edmund Hillary on May 29, 1953.
Participants will climb Kala Patthar, a view spot at 5,643 m prior to the race. Glorious views of Mt. Everest, Nuptse, Lhotse and other mountains are visible in a panoramic structure from Kala Patthar. Competitors will spend two Nights at Everest Base Camp, prior to race start, where only expedition climbers are allowed to camp.
The Tenzing-Hillary Everest Marathon is the highest marathon in the world, starting at 5,356m above sea level from Expedition Base Camp right at the edge of Khumbu Icefall with a backdrop of Everest, Lhotse and Lola Pass.. The course is mostly downhill and is a trekking trail. The trails of this course descend through Gorakshep, Lobuche, Thukla and heads down towards Dingboche where runners will make a loop at Biber. From here, the tracks will descend through Pangboche, Tengboche, Laubisasa, Kyanjuma and finish in Namche at 3,550m.
The Tenzing Hillary Everest Marathon was by far one of the most incredible experiences I have ever had. The Nepalese crew that accompanied us on the trek were very professional and made me feel very comfortable in such an extreme environment. While the trek and event were challenging I would highly recommend the Tenzing Hillary Everest Marathon to others. In addition to this Nepal and the Nepalese people are beautiful and certainly made this trip memorable. Thank you for all of your assistance leading up to the event.
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Entries are only applicable in conjunction with a marathon package.
There are no qualifying times required for this event BUT each participant will require a Health Certificate from their doctor stating that you are physically able to participate in a marathon at high altitude and on this type of terrain.
All non-runners must have previous hiking experience on varied mountainous terrain.
The Tenzing-Hillary Everest Marathon will commence at 7:00am
There is cut off time of 4:00pm for the marathon runners at Thyangboche.
Those who do not cross Thyangboche after 4:00pm must stop overnight at the local lodge in this village and continue the Marathon event the next morning at 6am.
For those who do not finish on the first day, there will be a penalty of 3 hours added to their total timing.
There will be Race officials at all checkpoints checking your time
Race Packets include the Tenzing Hillary Everest Marathon T-shirt and your Race Number which will be distributed at the briefing i.e before the flight to Lukla.
There are no official pace setters for this event
Water and electrolytes will be supplied along the course and light food provided at Dingboche
Personal Refreshments and Clothing
It is possible for runners to have their person drinks/food out on the course, this is also recommended.
Extra clothing is to be given to the Sherpas/Porters which will ensure their safe arrival at the finishing point.
All transport required on this tour will be included in the price of the package.
Finishers T-shirts, Medals and Certificates
All finishers will receive a Certificate, Medal and a race T-shirts.
The Average Temperatures in May are as follows:
- Kathmandu 22 Degrees Celsius.
- Namche Bazaar 9 Degrees Celsius
- Mt Everest Base Camp 0 Degrees Celsius.
- Half Marathon
- Extreme Ultra Marathon
The woman who just finished her first marathon…on Mt EverestSo now I have completed my first marathon, which just also happens to be the highest in the world. From Everest Basecamp all the way to Namche Bazaar, a little town tucked into the Nepalese Himalayas....
So now I have completed my first marathon, which just also happens to be the highest in the world. From Everest Basecamp all the way to Namche Bazaar, a little town tucked into the Nepalese Himalayas.
During my preparation I was convinced that if I was able to cross that finish line I could achieve anything in life, no matter how hard. I just had to work for it. And three months after succeeding in my goal, I’m still coming to terms with it. Every time I sit down to reflect and write a few lines, I get lost looking at my photos, wishing myself back to the mountains. Imagining walking through the gate just outside Lukla, the memorial of the first female Sherpa to climb Everest, seemingly entering some fairy-tale wonderland.
Setting out – Lukla to Namche
Reunited with Pasang, Bikash and Chandra (my guides from a previous trek) we made our way slowly but surely to Namche Bazaar, accompanied by beautiful sunshine. I was pleased to see little damage from last year’s earthquakes. To be fair, while there may not be much in terms of infrastructure around here (unless yaks and donkeys count as infrastructure), this could be the busiest area for tourists in all of Nepal. Makes sense that major efforts were directed towards rebuilding this region as soon as possible, so travellers, mountaineers and other freedom-seekers could return to the mountains. Villagers were busy hammering in renovated or newly constructed buildings, repainting mantras on massive rocks and tending to their fields, growing potato or barley, or drying juniper on their doorsteps.
I felt a strange familiarity to the places we were seeing. As if I’d been here many times before, rather than once. I was remembering little details of the treks and mountains and villages. After a year of training and being caught in the work bubble, I was welcoming an electricity and Facebook-free few weeks with limited connection to the outside world.
Truthfully, I was quite concerned about the whole marathon thing. I bombarded my travel companion, Joseph, with question after question. What happens if…? How do I…? And so on.
Shortly after Namche, and still about a 7-day walk from our destination, things became a lot real-er as we started bumping into other marathon runners. They were from all over the globe – a Singaporean multi-marathon runner with a blade for a leg who was raising money (he unfortunately had to pull out a day before the run due to the uneven terrain), a few Ironmen and women or the small and swift Nepali locals that usually blur straight past us. None of them filled me with confidence. I was panting with every step I took.
Everyone we met talked about the famous Polish guy who has come back every year for the past three years, trying to beat the Nepali runners. It started to feel like we were part of something exciting, something bigger than ourselves. Not many we passed were walking towards Everest. Most were coming down, as the season was coming to an end. Teahouses and trails were emptying of trekkers and filling with yaks and porters, all carrying full loads from the climbing expeditions who had conquered Everest in the past few weeks. So wherever we went, people asked us ‘You run marathon?’. When we said yes, they looked amazed (and a little disbelieving, in my case).
When we reached Thyangboche Monastery at just under 4000m, I went to the temple to watch a ceremony. It was bitterly cold inside and the monks were wrapped in heavy red robes. Their attendant shuffled around pouring steaming hot tea into their cups, while the monks were chanting their prayers, while we foreigners were sitting in one corner, fighting the cold, and also the not so pleasant smell of unwashed hiking socks (it’s polite to take off your shoes).
We also met a group of Nepali army runners who took part in a peace run from Lumbini – Buddha’s birthplace near the Indian border – all the way to Everest Base Camp. They lit their flare at the monastery. The next morning, we woke up to the most majestic sunrise: an incredibly clear panorama of all the mountains, including Ama Dablam, Lhotse, Nuptse and Everest. I took it as a blessing for the mission ahead of us.
We were in high spirits when walking on, getting closer to our final destination and further away from civilisation. We spent a day walking up to Ama Dablam Base Camp – a detour, but one I’ll never forget. We were the only ones around, apart from some crows and eagles who accompanied us on our climb up to 4500m. We reached the flat and grassy field that hosts so many adventurers each day. It was empty, and the sun was smiling at us. We had a well-deserved rest and enjoyed some chocolate Danishes from the bakery in Pangboche below. All of a sudden, the clouds closed in on us, a reminder to how unpredictable the weather can be in the mountains. It was time for us to walk back to the teahouse.
Base Camp approaches
The closer we got to Base Camp, the busier the teahouses became. In Gorak Shep, our last stop, the place was full of runners, and we had another race briefing.
The next morning, we all walked to Base Camp together, including my companions, Pasang, Chandra and Bikash. The day greeted us with glorious sunshine, and it felt more like a Sunday afternoon stroll then a trek to the base of the highest mountain on earth. We left our prayer flags at the Base Camp sign and bid the boys farewell – they would meet us again at the finish line.
The next one-and-a-half days might have been the most challenging part of the journey. The weather turned soon after we arrived at our camp. It got very, very cold. The altitude really got to me, and I felt as though there was a fever creeping up on me.
The altitude might have gone to our heads, but it didn’t take our sense of humour. We shared stories and swapped jokes with the other runners in the kitchen tent, giving encouragement and keeping each other warm. We were fed well and often, which is one of the pleasures of running a marathon. And the food tastes even better at altitude.
We slept on thick mattresses in wind-proof tents, and it’s times like that when you appreciate your expensive sleeping bags and every piece of thermal clothing you have. Right underneath our mattress was a giant glacier, and you could feel the cold creeping up from underneath creeping up from underneath. Sleeping was a farce anyway, as every now and again you’d wake up gasping for air, or sneezing, or just generally shaking from the cold. Getting up to trek to the toilet was the worst, although a pretty cool feeling to be surrounded by these gigantic mountains in the middle of the night with no one else around.
As much as we had discussed the weather pre-race, it came down to luck on the day. We woke to the crisp cold, it was dark, and cloudy, and to my dismay all my batteries were dead. This happens in the cold, even though I’d religiously kept my batteries in my sleeping bag next to a hot water bottle every night. I was now officially stressed out. It was cold as usual, and I layered up as much as I could. The skies cleared shortly before the start, and there was an excitement in the air, that would have blown any cloud away.
The moment had finally arrived. The gun fired. We started running! Well, the others did, including Joseph. I soon found myself a Mexican man and two Poles, and we made our way down together at a more sedate pace. It was a little comradely. We spoke only a few words, but they were my motivators and kept me going for the 30-odd kilometres we were together.
I can’t even remember whether the run was tough. I do remember saying to myself that I could not be doing this any faster. I remember it was cold, and the downhills were painful. I remember when I wanted to take a shortcut, down a particularly hairy part of the track. I’m very glad I decided against it. I cannot remember using a toilet at all. I remember the loop we had to take at about 21km, where everyone looked like they were struggling. I remember being so happy when I reached the cut-off point at 30km about an hour earlier than I’d planned. I remember a little bit of sun, rain, fog, wind and snow. I remember my running buddy offering me his jacket, even though he needed it himself. I remember thoroughly enjoying doing this on my own, for no one but myself.
It doesn’t take a lot to feel euphoric after finishing a marathon. But I was doubly happy when I thought about the $1800 I had raised for this project, mostly through the generosity of my friends, family and workmates. It helped to finances nine yearlong child sponsorships in the region. It made me think that we can make a difference in the world, even if it’s just a small bit at a time.
Before I left to fly into the mountains, I met the chairman of the Australian Himalayan Foundation, an NGO operating in Nepal. They specialise in sponsorships and teacher training in the lower Khumbu region – much of which I’d walked through on my way to Everest. These sponsorships mean they can support kids to go to school, rather than working on their parents’ farm or as porters in the high valleys. Too many of the boys choose carrying up to 100kg up and down the mountains for western tourists over getting a school education.
Before we flew back to Kathmandu, I met Shita, a girl from Lukla, who showed us her school: Lukla Secondary school. It could have easily been the school with the world’s best views, and she was so proud to walk back up the hill after her day was over, and show us where she studies. I was amazed at her level of English. She was only 12, and spoke almost fluently. When visiting Nepal, many tourists may experience more interaction with men at the moment, but meeting this little girl who was convinced she would become a teacher, showed me that things are changing. I was told that in this region, school attendance has risen to over 90%, and other, more remote areas, are next on the list. Who knows, maybe this will mean that we will all have to carry our own bags one day, as locals are too busy going to university and saving their backs. I think that’s a risk we can take.
So now I am back, my task is finished. I know that I can do it, and will continue doing it. Running amazing marathons, returning to Nepal, and doing my little bit to contribute to a cause that I believe in.Thank you to all of you who have helped me get there by supporting, listening, training and donating. I couldn’t have done it without you.
It’s a bit hard to know where to begin…We flew to Kathmandu with China Southern Air, probably not the best airline in the world for service, but the planes were good and the flights were relatively cheap. This meant we had a stop over ...
We flew to Kathmandu with China Southern Air, probably not the best airline in the world for service, but the planes were good and the flights were relatively cheap. This meant we had a stop over in China, then from there to Kathmandu. I guess I didn’t know what to expect in Kathmandu but didn’t think it would be as big as it was. It is a very big city, pretty dirty, dusty and noisy. We stayed in a hotel called The Shanker which was back off the street a bit with really lovely gardens and nice big rooms. It was quite an old hotel, but very good. We even had a bath in our room which, let me tell you, was pretty nice after we got back from the trek, and very good in which to do some washing!! Thamel is the tourist shopping area which is great. We found the most amazing garden called “The Garden of Dreams”, just off the street leading into Thamel. It is just wonderful. So beautiful and such a retreat from the noise and dust. There is also a wonderful restaurant in it, so well worth a visit. It costs very little to go in and with one ticket you can go in and out until 5pm. My recommendation is to take a book and go in and relax. They supply a roll to lie on. Beautiful.
From Kathmandu we had to get a light aircraft that took about 16 people, to fly to Lukla which is a little town where the trek commences, about a 35 minute flight away. It was rush, rush to get to the airport, as the morning is generally the time when there is likely to be less cloud. We got on the plane ok, flew for 30 minutes or so and then had to turn around and come back to Kathmandu because there was too much cloud. After lunch we got on the plane again and did the same thing, but again, had to come back, and eventually, after sitting at the airport until 5pm, went back to the hotel where we stayed the night. The Sherpas organising us were just fantastic. Kamal and Damshee were amazing. Nothing was ever too much trouble for them and they were always happy to listen and eager to help. They organised a lunch to be brought from the hotel to the airport for us all which was no mean feat let me tell you. Then they had to organise rooms at the hotel that night for everyone, even though we had all checked out that morning.
The next morning it was all go and this time we landed safely in Lukla. When we saw the mountains and the approach to the airport we were rather glad they had turned around the previous day. The planes have to come down between very steep and high mountains onto a tiny, short runway that slopes relatively steeply uphill. The photos don’t really show the extent of the slope. They told us that the pilots have to do a controlled crash landing to land there. In fact, Sir Edmund Hilary had this airport built, and we were told his wife and daughter were killed there. Not sure of the circumstances. One pilot told us however, that taking off is the most dangerous because the air strip is so short and so steep downhill that once you go, there is no turning back if anything goes wrong.
Once we all arrived (there were 2 plane loads of us), the porters got all their loads organised and off we went. I guess the first 3 or 4 days were the hardest. Probably not necessarily in physical difficulty, although there was plenty of steep uphill with thousands of uneven steps, but more the fact that we hadn’t got used to the altitude and our legs weren’t used to the difficulty either. I must admit that on a couple of occasions I felt like sitting down and giving up but figured no one was going to rescue me, so I might as well keep going. I was wondering to myself why on earth I decided to trek with a group of marathon runners who were all fit and buff and ready to go, when I basically am a walker!! Because we were held up in Kathmandu for 1 day, it meant we had one day less acclimatising. There were a couple of places along the way where we were going to stay for 2 nights instead of just one, to acclimatise and at one of those we now only had one night. Anyway, I don’t think it made much difference.
We camped in small 2 person tents with just enough room to sleep side by side on a mat and put your duffel bag and back pack next to you. It is amazing how warm they get with the body heat and we were never cold even though the temperature got quite cold at night. We also were very fortunate in that we never had to walk in the rain. It rained a couple of times but it was during the night. Every morning when we woke the sky was blue and cloudless and we were surrounded by spectacular scenery of snow capped mountains and steep valleys. At about 2 pm the clouds would start to come over. So each morning we would have the most wonderful views. We always camped in the grounds of a guest house and were able to use their dining room in which to eat so that was good. They all seem to have a large open dining area for eating. Their toilet facilities we adequate although only supposed to be used for guests, so the porters always erected two toilet tents and dug a hole. It worked quite well. At some of the Guest houses along the way were able to pay about 250 rupees for a hot shower which was very nice. Otherwise we got a bowl each of hot water delivered to our tent each morning with which to wash. It works. As Kamal said, once you get up high, the perspiration doesn’t seem to have an odour. Just as well I say!!!
All along the way we passed through villages which was nice. Not like Kilimanjaro where you are just out in the middle of nowhere. It made it more interesting. Namche Bazaar is a nice village and the biggest one along the route. We spent a couple of nights there and there were some good shops at which to buy a few things. Hiking clothes such as parkas, pants, shirts etc etc are so cheap it is ridiculous and we enjoyed getting some bargains. Namche is in a valley surrounded by very steep hills, so wherever you go you are walking up or down steep steps. While there we took a hike up a “mountain” to Everest Hotel. It was an unbelievably steep hike and I think I was the last one or close to it, to get to the top. Anyway, I made it. The Sherpa told me that my problem was that when I stopped for a rest, I would then take off too fast. He said to just go very slowly the whole time and to rest less. I took his advice then and for all the steep hills and it worked much better. When we got to the top of this particular “mountain”, there was a lovely hotel with an outdoor terrace area for drinks etc. It was a perfect day and we could see all the mountains including Everest, so we enjoyed sitting in the sun with a drink before returning to Namche.
The next day we walked a very difficult hike to Tyangboche Monastery. The monastery was at the top of this incredible “mountain”. Honestly, when we ran/walked down it during the marathon, it must have taken an hour to go down and all I could think of was that we actually hiked UP this and it just seemed never to end. Most of the trails are rocky, uneven, with steps of varying heights from low to quite high. There is very little actual flat, even walking surface. Anyway, we made it to the monastery and got there during their devotion time which was interesting. We were able to go inside and sit and watch/listen to them chanting. It is a very soothing sound.
From there we just kept on walking. No use boring you with the names of the places. They all sound alike anyway!!!
There was one place where we walked up a very steep, but not too long hill, and on the top were lots and lots of monuments to people who had died climbing Everest. It was quite interesting and very sad to read, in some cases, of Sherpas who had basically given their lives in order to help their charges.
Eventually we arrived at Gorakshep. There was a mountain to climb called Kala Pattar from which there is an amazing view of Everest and other mountains. It is quite high, about 5550 m and quite a hike. Good for acclimitising.
The next morning we went to Base Camp. There was just Charles, another young lady and the Sherpa and myself. The rest of the team weren’t coming up until the afternoon. However, because the other person and myself were doing the half marathon, we weren’t going to camp at Base Camp, so we did the 2 1/2 hour walk from Gorakshep to Base Camp, stayed there long enough to take some photos, and then walked 2 1/2 hours back to Gorakshep for lunch. Charles stayed at Base Camp, he spent 2 nights there before the start of the marathon. After lunch at Gorakshep, we walked another couple of hours further down to a place called Lobuche where we stayed overnight. The next morning we hiked a few more hours to Orsho were the half marathon commenced the next day.
The marathon and half marathon both started at 7 am and then finished at the same place at Namche Bazaar. Charles said it was really cold at Base Camp at the start. It was snowing. The distance from Gorakshep to Base Camp which took 2 1/2 hours to walk was along the edge of the glacier. You couldn’t tell you were walking on a glacier, but when you looked off to the side you could see the ice. It was just pretty much big rocks, shale and boulders the whole way and it would have been really difficult to run on this. I am amazed that somebody didn’t come to grief trying to run on it.
The run itself went well. Unfortunately Charles sprained his ankle pretty badly but kept on going. He did it at about the half way point on about the only piece of flat ground available!!!! He also took a wrong turn and went down a steep hill, so had to come back up again. That probably cost him 20 minutes of time. Not to worry. He came in 7th out of the International runners which was very good. They have separate prizes and placings for the Sherpas and the Internationals which is fair enough. The First International runner to come in was a female Polish young lady who used to be on the Polish Ski Team and competed in cross country at the Vancouver Olympics last year, but broke her arm so took up marathon running while she has a year off. She broke the International record and did it in 5 1/2 hours. Hard to compete with that!! Charles ended up finishing in about 7 hours which is pretty good for a 59 year old hacker!!
I finished the half in 3.58 and came 3rd which I was pretty chuffed about. There were 3 young Indians in their 20’s who joined the group in Orsho. The guy had just climbed Everest a week before. He was very tall and lanky, a pilot in the Indian Airforce. He had 2 young female friends with him. He came first, and one of the girls came second. There was another young American female who I knew was faster than me downhill, and probably uphill as well. She started off well ahead of me and when we came to the worst and very long hill, I saw her way ahead and figured she was probably about 20 minutes ahead, so I would settle for 4th place. However, about 10 minutes later I came around a bend and there she was. She had “hit the wall” and couldn’t keep any pace up at all. I felt sorry for her, as she deserved better. I came across her just as we got to the top of the biggest and longest hill, so I figured I still felt pretty good, so kept on going and ran whenever I could as there was a bit of good relatively even running surface available towards the end. I knew I was 3rd, and was so pleased that when I came over the finish line I started to cry. I couldn’t believe it, all the media were all over me. It was quite hilarious. When they discovered I was 62, they really carried on. Interviews etc, then I had to have photos taken pretending to drink Coke and Red Bull (they were sponsors). All the “heavies” came over, the Thai Ambassador to Nepal, the head of the biggest investment bank in Nepal etc and talked for about 20 minutes. I said to someone, “I feel like a celebrity” and she said, “you are a celebrity” which was rather amusing to say the least. Anyway, it was all very exciting. I can’t imagine anything quite like that happening to me again.
It was the first Half marathon, so my name will go down on the records as coming 3rd in the Inaugural Tenzing Hilary Half Marathon. It is the highest in the world, I am pretty excited about that.
Anyway, after that, it was a couple of days hike back to Lukla and then the plane ride back to Kathmandu. There was one guy who was doing the trek who was 82….can you believe it. He was doing really well too. He had actually done the worst of it and at one point we were in a fairly narrow part and two trains of yaks were passing each other. One lot went up higher above the other and above the trekkers, and one of the yaks lost its footing and fell on this 82 year old guy which pushed him onto a rock. Unfortunately he tore his hamstring and couldn’t continue. He was SO disappointed. Fortunately we were close to the next village, so Matt gave him a piggy back to the village and he stayed there for a few nights and then he walked back with help to where we were to start the half marathon and stayed there for 5 days until we all came back. From there they helicoptered him out and back to Lukla. We had 4 young, handsome doctors who were locals, do the entire trek with us and then when the marathon started, one stayed at Base Camp for the start, two more were stationed at various points along the way, and the last was at the finish. It was really great to have them with us and their medical help was used on a number of occasions.
There were about 35 of us in the trekking group. There were others who ran the marathon and the half, but they didn’t trek with us. Because it was a large group they divided the group into 2, so mostly we ate separately and camped at different places, but in the same villages. We had separate cooks, porters etc. It worked well. Our group was mostly Aussies and New Zealanders with a couple of Romanians, an American, a few Austrians etc. Right from the start it was obvious it was going to be fun. Several of the guys bought things – one bought a cow bell, one a yak’s skull complete with horns and very nicely adorned, and another a wooden mask, another a big furry hat. They decided that these things had to be worn at all times except to bed and that if anyone was caught out not wearing them they would get a point against them. If they accumulated 3 points, then that person had to wear everyone’s adornments for 1 hour. It was really funny and quite a talking point for the locals who couldn’t quite figure out why these people would want to walk around with these things around their necks!!! These guys even ran the marathon with these things on and suffered some bruising as a result. You will see photos of them. There is one photo of the guy who had to wear everything for an hour. Let me tell you, that wasn’t easy when he had to carry a back pack as well!!
We all had to carry our day back packs and the porters carried a duffel bag with all our stuff that we didn’t need during the day. It is amazing how quickly the weight adds up though with parka, wind cheater, medications, snacks you may need during the day.
When we got back to Lukla a lot of the younger trekkers decided they wanted to go to the Irish Pub to celebrate. There ended up being 30 or 40 of them in the street after dinner and the pub was closed. So someone yelled out and the owner popped his head out of the window above the street and asked what they wanted. They told him there were 40 of them who wanted him to open up so they could come in, and sure enough he was happy to oblige!!! I’m sure he had a very profitable night as they were there for many hours and had a great time.
Eventually we got back to Kathmandu and that night had a big celebration dinner at the hotel. Everyone, including sherpas, officials etc came along. It was really very nice. They had official speeches with chairs up on the platform and someone came up to me and told me that I had to go and sit on the platform, my name had just been announced. I told them not to be silly, I only came 3rd in the half. Next thing an official comes down and grabs me and takes me up onto the platform. So I’m sitting there along with the winner of the half marathon, and the guy who came 5th in the marathon (Matt), and also with Amelia Hilary, Edmund Hilary’s granddaughter. So they announce that the winner of the half marathon will make a speech, which is fine, then Matt, then they said that Lynne Low will make a speech. That was news to me. Anyway up I got and talked for a few minutes. Pretty boring I think but it really was very funny. Would you believe it, also, I got USD $200 prize money!!
We then had a couple of days in Kathmandu before coming home so we did a bit of sight seeing and shopping for the grand kids and then caught the flight home. Something that really made me laugh and still does, is that when we stopped in China in Guangzhou (not sure of spelling), we had to change planes. It is a really big airport, much bigger than Sydney International. So we walked off the plane, down the shute into the building, and there directing us where to go, an official with his ID around his neck, IN HIS PYJAMAS!!!!!! Talk about hilarious.
Anyway, that’s about it. It was fantastic, a real challenge. Much harder trek than the Machame Trail of Kilimanjaro, although the summit climb up Kili was more difficult. Not necessarily because of the steepness, but because we were going from 4600 m to 5900+ m in 7 hours. That is extremely difficult on the body. Neither Charles nor I suffered from any altitude problems this time which was fantastic. Some did, so we were lucky.
The porters and Sherpas were fantastic and the trekkers in our group were wonderful people. The food was amazing. I just don’t know how they cook up such food under the circumstances. It was usual to have at least 6 different dishes served for the evening meal. Always potatoes but always done in a novel and different way and delicious. Always rice or pasta, but lots of other things as well. The food had a slightly Indian flavour to it, but really delicious.
Travelling Fit is proud to be the official Australian sales representatives for the Tenzing Hillary Everest Marathon and has been sending people to this beautiful part of the world to run for the past 14 years.
We are pleased to be able to offer both a camping and a lodge option during the trek up to Everest Base Camp prior to the Half Marathon event.
It is also possible to include one of three extraordinary extension tours leading up to race day which include:
- Gokyo Valley Trek – Trek to Gokyo Ri at 5,357m, a viewing point with astounding views of Cho Oyu’s full face and sections of Mt Everest.
- Classic Trail – An ideal way to acclimatise, overnighting in a quaint village with their own monasteries. Discover the hospitality of the Sherpa people along the Classic Trail without the vast crowds found beyond Lukla.
- Island Peak – designed for extreme adventure lovers which gives the opportunity to climb Island Peak
- Guaranteed race entry to the Tenzing-Hillary Everest Marathon (Runners only)
- Return airport Transfers in Kathmandu
- 4 Nights hotel accommodation in Kathmandu (2 pre and 2 post trek)
- Camping and/or Lodging during the trek
- Half day sightseeing tour in Kathmandu
- Return flights between Kathmandu and Lukla (Note: one way flight Lukla to Kathmandu on Classic Trail)
- Three meals per day during trekking period
- Celebration Dinner Party and awards in Kathmandu on 02 June
- Certified Guides/Professional Climbers
- Trekking/Climbing permits and National Park entrance fees
- Porters to carry luggage during the trek (max. 15kg per person)
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|With Prelim: $550 per runner and $850 per supporter|
|Without Prelim: $850 per runner and $850 per supporter|
|03 February 2020|