Lukla

4am woke up in a strange room in Kathmandu, took the cab to the airport, which was not open yet, the monkeys were not even awake, we waited, but there was no sign of Nima, who also had our four bags of mountaineering equipment...after a long time a young Nepalese man rode up on his motorcycle, and said Nima's cab had a puncture, gave us tickets, and we went into the airport and tried to slow them down as much as possible, they all knew Nima, but soon they told us we had to board, we got on the bus, to the plane, but no Nima. The driver started the bus, pulled out, then Nima runs up, they stop the bus, and we get on the very small plane, the stewardess gives us cotton for our ears, and we are off in a cloud of smoke.