Three planes made it out before the clouds descended. Sir Edmund Hillary, who had also waited for days right along with all the rest of us, was on the second plane. I boarded the third plane with about ten others. A cheer went up as we managed to clear the runway. We were aloft.
Because of the thin air, us and all of our gear, and the short runway, the plane flew out with less fuel than we needed to get to Kathmandu. Thus, we stopped at a small airport on the Indian plain to refuel. That, in and of itself, was fine. But the temperature was over 100ºF. We, on the other hand had just been in a rather cold place. We were in layers of crusty and smelly trekking gear. Put simply, we smelled. I felt sorry for the pilots who clearly had taken a shower and put on clean clothes that morning.
A program called Most Extreme Airports, broadcast on The History Channel in 2010, rated this airport as the most dangerous airport in the world. Little did I know….
These images are all scans from old 35mm color slides converted to black and white on Photoshop because the color of the slides has deteriorated so much. Thank you Photoshop!