So I have tried to write this post multiple times and just couldn’t seem to either have enough energy or the right words. Even now the song in my head is “all your promises are yes and amen.” I serve a good God and I do believe we were ment to go with our guide and to that mountain but what happened could have had many titles. For example: “Crazy Mountain bus ride to the emergency room” “The day Becca got famous” “Did I really throw up in the hallway of the hospital?…yup that happened” “The lone survivor, team leader Victoria” or “When we gained a Nepali Dad.”
We took off for the mountain that Wed early in the morning. I was super siked because of my sticks and I was fully funded to go trekking so money wasn’ stressing me out. I was also really excited to see a sunrise over the hymalaian mountains. Day one was hard but good. Our guide was so amazingly sweet Huku did a great job making sure we knew safety and were havin fun too. We hiked 6 hrs or so. At lunch we had a great conversation with a fellow hiker and his guide. I got to talk a little about what we were doing and hear about his guides view of religion. It was lots of fun. We stopped earlier then we had planned but I was grateful for the rest.
Que the sickness set in. Becca got very sick overnight. Huku and my team decided the hospital was the answer. We rode a big huge tour bus down the mountain. Sidenote , I love roller coasters I have been to all of the older theme parks in Orlando, also ridden with the crazy drivers in Jamaica around their mountains. When I tell you I was impressed/terrified it kind of is a compliment. I got to sit up front by the driver and see all the narrow turns and it was like a video or rollercoaster, except without seatbelts or an actual track. We got to the hospital and the sweet driver took us right to the door.
I had been praying on the bus not to get sick, willing myself but once settled in the waiting room I was not okay. I felt better after getting sick though so I refused to pay the 20 dollas to see a doctor. Becca got admitted and the rest of us went home. At our hotel my two other teammates got really sick and only our team leader Victoria managed to stay healthy. I am blaming it on her Russiam immune system.
My team is finally starting to be 100% better though and that is a relief. Our sweet guide Huku became our honorary Nepali dad. He took great care of us and even stayed an extra day to make sure we were all not going back to the hospital.
Unfortunatey our trek was non-refundable 🙁 we were going to try and get in a last day or two but we just didn’t feel up to it as a team. Huku came to church with us though and that was really sweet we got to talk to him about what we believe and pray with/for him. In a way it was a lesson in God’s sovereignty, if we had gone any father that 1st day it would have been way more expensive and difficult to get Becca safely off. Originally we were supposed to have a different guide but I can’t imagine anyone other then Huku. Even the bus driver who was a seasoned military tanker truck driver (he showed me pictures and his licenses) who had been driving this route for years.
God had his hand in all of it. I’m still recovering from a cold and my team is getting ready to say goodbye to Pokhara but Nepal has been amazing. It’s beautiful, the people are kind, my new team made me feel really special on my birthday, and I feel closer to God. Trekking didn’t turn out how I expected or wanted but God knew what I needed.
Ps. At our first hotel a huge tennis ball sized spider crawled out of my laundry. Not the first bug I have seen that big but the first one to touch me it crawled down my leg and out the door before fearless Kendra squished it.
