The flight to Lukla

Only two flights left for Lukla yesterday morning before the clouds and the winds kicked up. They have a huge sign that says we don't fly in the clounds because our clouds have mountains in them. Some people had already waited two or three days, so we really had no hope of getting out that day. However, many people left the airport, so after waiting for eight hours, suddenly we were told that there was a break in the weather and we were rushed to the plane. A & L got scared and stayed, saying they would try today, but Linda G and I rushed to the plane with the rest of the holdovers. The flight into Lukla was just like the utube pics I had watched. It takes your breath away to skim over the mountain tops, head strait towards Mt. Everest and drop down to the short runway on the mountain side. The pilots look like they just rolled out of the cradle, but they are unbelievably brave and precise. Suddenly, we were there, swept up towards our tea house by our guide. Point of interest, five minutes into the hike up the hill, we saw the light and hired a porter. The beauty here takes my breath away; it is beyond description. Hopefully I'll get a chance to send pictures later.