kept on rolling all the way down to Pangboche for some well deserved R&R. We stayed two nights but really didn’t need the rest day. Our legs wanted to keep moving, and although the cough and cold would take some time to abate, we were in fine form. We kept moving. We could hardly stop. We breezed into Namche in time to catch Market Day with the thought of spending two nights, but the next morning we were on the move again. By evening we made it all the way down to Lukla. That night we finally celebrated into the wee hours. Teahouses lock up pretty early but usually there is a back way in. However, the back way into our teahouse was also locked up tight. Eric was about to start banging on some doors when I said why don’t we just climb. There was a deck open to the outside on the upper level of the courtyard. If we could make it to that we’d have access to our room. So we made one last climb. The next morning we caught a flight out of Lukla back to Kathmandu. In the end, it turned out to be a good thing we sprinted down to Lukla. The day after our departure they closed the airport for a week due to weather, stranding hundreds if not thousands of trekkers and climbers. Our luck, our karma had held, and Ama Dablam had given us a perfect trip.
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