Finally, after waiting in Lukla for two days, the skies opened and everyone rushed to the tiny terminal as planes from Kathmandu began landing. After we were shuffled out to the Angi Air plane, there seemed to be some question about the weight. Suddenly, a worker came running up with a scale; instantly, the process of weighing apples, potatoes, etc. began. A heated discussion took place, we were shoved on the plane and away we went. Flying over the Himalayas is not for the feint of heart; several people got sick, but I found the ride wonderful. The views were breathtaking; moreover, I cherished the last moments, taking in my surroundings.
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