I was terrified I wouldn’t hack the altitude like, middle-aged city dweller meets Everest sounds like a recipe for disaster, right? But HC Treks worked absolute magic. They staggered our ascent perfectly, packed these amazing supplements I’m now addicted to, and our guide Jigme was basically an altitude-whisperer. Our tiny group (just 5 sleep-deprived, snack-obsessed weirdos) became this cheerleading squad where someone would literally clap when you remembered to breathe! Reaching base camp? Ugly crying. But that helicopter decents through the valleys? Like being in a James Bond movie but with worse hair.
Turns out you can buy happiness, it’s called not wrecking your knees on the trek down! Three months later and I’m still showing everyone my ‘I survived’ photos (sorry coworkers). Planning my next one already, though maybe something involving slightly more oxygen.
