UPDATE!
I’ve now uploaded some pictures. Altough the picture-size got messed up, but I dont care and dont think you will either
Enjoy! (we sure did/do)
Since the last post lots of things have happend. For one, Sean left us for China and his crappy students. 
As you know I had to stay in Fuckmandu(our new title of this shithole on earth) for one month to get my rabies-shots so that I wouldnt die an unfortunate and most certain painful death!(that also counts for anyone actually living in Kathmandu, even without a dogbite!)
Here’s a checkpoint of what we have done so far. I’ll write about them one at a time, so be patient!
!!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!
First of all I just want to say that the company TrekNepal in Thamel Kathmandu are lying, moneyhungry, greedy assholes that I hope NOONE will ever travel or trek with.
!!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!ASSHOLE ALERT!!!
* Walked in the rainforests of Chitwan
* Paraglided in Pokhara
* Climbed the horrible steps of Annapurna
* Ran around the Everest Trek
* Took the ‘touristbus from hell’ to Varanasi, India
* Varanasi…weird place…and then we went to…
* GOA!!! Weeeee! Sweeet! 
As I last wrote on the blog about 1,5 month ago, we were about to leave for a place called Chitwan. A natural park in the southern Nepal.
We took a touristbus once more along the mountains that are allaround the central Nepal, from KTM to Chitwan, after paying some 65 US bucks each to a scetchy company.
The cash included bus-to-and-from, hotel accomodation and food for three whole days. NO DRINKS THOUGH!!!
We got there after about 6 hours of what they call luxury ride, that means in the normal world, bumpier than any ass can handle.
I believe I counted Seans expression “ohh fuck, what the fuck is this?!” to about 264 times
We got there and checked in to a lovely hotel actually. To everyones surprise!
What happend next I dont really remember, but on one morning we woke up really early and went down to the river where a canoe waited for us.
It was a mystical feeling to sit in the canoe and just look, listen and feel everything around you.
Birds in the distance, maybe a crocodile to our side, maybe not 
The fog that made it hard to see more than 10 metres ahead. The silence. It was overwhelming.
And then we landed on the shore, on the other side, which bothered me a bit, because this was on the land of the actual natural park….where the animals live!!
I thought when they meant we were gonna have a tour in the jungle, that it would be by a truck or something, but ohh no, this is Nepal, and here we walk by foot amongst the tigers, elephants, rhinos and other extremely deadly animals. Eiiik!!
But, we made it. Two hours of walking and all we saw was 3 ducks, a pack of deers and some tourist-elephants in a distance. 
Well well.
In hope of spotting other animals that would harm more than a bird, we jumped on the sorry-ass elephant(tourist/abused) for another two hours.
That gave us boys a feeling of having no manhood left, a sore ass, a sad elephant, and all we got to see was a fucking rhino.
We went back to KTM where Sean had had enough with having a longlasting cold, headache, and just the fact of beeing in KTM.
He booked a flight out the next couple o days. Back to good old China. *LOVE CHINA LOVE CHINA*
As for me and my brother, we paid an advance for our Everest trek, the sum of 200 dollah, and we also paid for having a guide on the Annapurna trek.
The company we choosed was “TrekNepal”.
As of much things in Kathmandu, you want to start a website naming all the places, starting with FUCK, like for example:
www.fucktreknepal.com
www.fuckmandu.com
Please dont get irritated with me writing the company name, mixed with the word F.U.C.K alot. I’m just doing that so if someone searches for that company, they will hopefully get my blog on their googlesearch. That implies with the word Kathmandu aswell!
Anyhow, they are assholes and I dont intend to write anything more about them from now on!
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Before the Annapurna-trek we went to the town Pokhara, which might be just the lovelist place in the whole of Nepal.
I am actually amazed that they dont change their capital to be Pokhara instead of KTM.
We did some chillin. Reading books and taking a boat out on the Fewalake.
We also paid 135 dollars to do paragliding
It was an impulse. We just walked by an agency, they asked if we wanted to do paragliding, and we did!
One hour later a truck picked us up and drove us up a hill. Ofcourse with us sitting on the roof of the car, just for the hell of it
We got to the top of a hill where two guys in a hurry put a safetyvest on both of us, then attached the paraglider-thingy to the vest, and off we went. Flying high above the sky
We reached more than 3300m above sealevel, which is pretty high compared to normal days, we were told.
Today was cloudy, and underneath every cloud there’s a “thermal”, that would pick us up even further.
We flew for about 70 minutes before my guide asked me if I wanted to do some tricks?!
Totally scared out of my sences I said, “yes of course!”.
So just before landing he did what they call a wingover. Hard to explain, but the wings went from one side to another, like riding a swing, and directly after that he did some 360’s. Just spinning around.
I started crying. If it were because of the extreme wind against my eyes or if it was the best feeling I’ve had in my life, I dont know. But paragliding was unreal!
Annapurna-range is in the westen/middle of Nepal, and contains loads of mountains, whereas the highest beeing one of the four Annapurna-mountains.
There’s almost as many trek-paths as there are mountains, and we chose the most common one. The Annapurna sanctuary.
That one takes about 9 days…well, if you’re a snail with a bad limp. For us non-deadly it should go alot faster.
The trek started from Pokhara.
We started at a village called Nayapul and walked steadily up the hills for about 6 days. It was freezing cold from the second night, and it was a good thing I had a sleepingbag.
On the third day we woke up really early, 4.30, and climbed the 2-300 metres up a hill for about an hour, where we reached Poon Hill.
Extremely beautiful, well, not when we got there. By that time it was all pitchblack. But by the time we had frostbites on all places on our bodies, the sun rised, and Ohh my god what a view. It was as beautiful as anything else on this trip.
The sunrise paid up for all the pain and agony that the early climb had put us through! Moment of a lifetime!
After 6 days we got to the village Deurali.
A neat place, so it seemed.
It was the last place before we attempted to trek the final bit to both Machhapuchrre Base Camp and Annapurna Base Camp, the following morning at 5am.
We had dinner and went to bed early.
I wake up at around 4am, feeling sick. Feeling like the contents of my stomach wanting to go out from my body in both directions.
I instist on going though, when I got this far I aint gonna give up.
So by five o clock I’m ready to leave…but then we realice that all the guides, ofcourse including our own Asshole-”Milan”(it’s his name), and although we try, they wont wake up until two hours later.
We start out with the company of, Me, Erik, Mischa, Marc and our 2 guides.
*Mischa and Marc are a dutch couple that had done volounteerwork for three months at a school in Chitwan, and we met them late on the trek. Lovely people
For me, it feels like I’m gonna die. Everything feels horrible and my headache was beyond anything I’ve ever had before.
Then, about 10-15 minutes of walking, I puked my guts out straight down the snow.
Our guide offered to take me back to the village, whilst the others continued.
Seeing them in a distance and feeling the diarreah coming up aswell, I thought, “what the hell”.
So I dropped my pants and put the worst sights ever seen by mankind, in the sorryass snow. Wiped it off, pulled up my pants and headed for the crowd ahead of me…
And about 1,5 hours later we reached MBC!
When we finally got there, the dutch couple was tired, I was all but Ok and Erik didnt want to go to ABC(another 2 hours atleast) alone, we took some pictures and headed back to Deurali.
The night after we stopped at a place called Jhinu, where they had made three pools with natural hot-spring water sipping into them.
After 8 days of hard trekking, we were well worth it, and so we spent the afternoon in the pools. Awsome!
The following day we went back to KTM to rest and make plans for our following Everest-trek.
First of all I yelled harshly at the boss of TrekNepal and let’s just say that with some threats we got a good low price and demanded another guide for our next trek.
They solemly took in a freelance guide, named Tashi Sherpa. Yes, an actual Sherpa.
He was 24 yrs old and had worked as a guide in the Everest-region for 7-8 years. He told us that he lived in a village(Khumjung) that we would stop in three days into the trek.
He sounded like an honest and sincere! We loved him from the beginning!
We took off the runway with lightning speed in a small mountainplane.
We had felt some agony of doing another trek so close to the first one, and to be honest, I was’nt that eager to do this trek…but when we got on the plane, the feelings changed. We were up for an adventure. We could feel it!
It didnt take very long until our close-to-death experiences started, when the plane got into turbulence. The aircraft went up and down like a rollercoaster and it even turned sideways. It was AWSOME!! We laughed, but pretty much everyone else screamed and some ladies in the back were praying. We loved it and thought this was normal procedure.
We landed in Lukla Airport, which has the smallest landingstrip I’ve ever seen, and our guide told us that he had been flying that route hundreds of times, but this was the first time ever the plane had gotten into turbulence.
Well, we’re still alive :p
Our trek started with a walk to the village Monjo, where we had dinner and a nap.
The next day we made an extreme climb up to the town Namche Bazaar, and as a difference to when Milan guided us in Annapurna, our new guide Tashi brought us to places that had a familiar feeling with good people running the lodges.
As for Namche we checked in to a small lodge at the far end of the town. The old and wrinkled lady running the place had very little knowledge of speeking english and answered everything we asked/ordered with a laugh.
But to our big surprise, we allways got what we ordered. She was lovely!
The next day we went to Khumjung. It was a small section to walk in one day, but on the morning when Tashi came to pick us up he took with him his brother Tashi(name-creative parents), beeing 19 yrs of age.
He told us that he had, just a few months earlier, climbed the summit of Mt.Everest. We were in awe! This kid, climbing up there.
This were to become uncanny for the rest of the trek, when we met people everywhere that had made it to the top and it was like…no big deal.
Tashi the elderly had climbed Island Peak, which also amazed us.
These guys were Sherpa’s. A great great people living in the Everest region. You cannot NOT love them!
Khumjung is like most things along the trek, amazing and beautiful. The first ever summiteer of Everest, Sir. Edmund Hillary, who recently died, raised a school in the town of Khumjung. We visited it on the way down.
In Khumjung we stayed in a place called, I recall it as, “Hilltop Lodge”. One of our best experience of the trek was when we sat with Angsering(excuse me if it’s spelled wrong) and talked about everything from making fire out of cow-dump to climbing Everest. It was a lovely night!
The next few days we walked in a good pace up the hills towards Gorak Shep, which is the last stop before you reach Everest Basecamp.
When we got there, we had walked for 5 days. You really should not walk that fast, because we climbed a stunning 3850m straight up in 6 days. To some people that would be really painful and even in some cases deadly. This is due to the altitude difference.
We went from KTM(1700m) to Lukla(2750) by flight and then trekked to Kala Patthar(5550m. Highest point on the trek) in 6 days.
They say that you should take it very easy and not climb more than 300m per day after you reach the altitude of 4000m.
We are Jeppsson’s and crazy, so we didnt care.
We’re still alive! :p
From Gorak Shep we slept and saved up energy for what was to come the next day. Dizzy from altitude sickness we swallowed two aspirins each and headed for the summit of Kala Patthar.
We climbed the 300m pretty much straight up, with less than 50% of oxygen level(sealevel has 100%). It took us two hours.
From the top we could see everywhere. It was so so so sooo beautiful. Looking ahead we had Everest, Lhotse and some other not-identified mountains, then you’d turn around and all over you could see peak after peak.
My freezing fingers and toes were no longer a problem for me! This was also a moment of a lifetime!
After having a dose of greatness we pretty much ran down to Gorak Shep again where sleepy Tashi awaited us with two Tsampa Porridge(the sherpas own delicious porridge) and milk tea.
We got renewed strength and soon after we headed for Basecamp.
It took us about two hours to reach the place of our dreams.
The actual BC is on a glacier, but even thought it’s hundreds of metres of freefall if it breaks, I didnt feel that scared. We had been enough already.
It was not as I thought it would be. There were no sign saying what the place was and no building close to it, but still, it was very beautiful…and strange!
I forgot to write a little sad note. The weather was a bit cloudy, or shall I say, there was ONE cloud, and it circled the peak of Everest We saw the great body of the mother, but not the actual top of it. We were happy anyway!
The next day we walked down to Khumjung again, and the following morning it was the 22′d of february. My birthday
I woke up at 6.30 and as any normal day I woke Erik up and asked what he wanted for breakfast. The procedure was that I ordered whilst he woke up, got dressed, locked the door and came to the dining hall in good time for the porridge to be done.
But this morning he asks me what time it is and then tells me they had planned to wake up at 7.30, wake me up with a song and then have the breakfast ready…for ME!
My dear brother though forgot to think of one tiny little detail…that I had not one time, during the last two weeks woken up later than 7am.
Well well, I had to jump into bed again and pretend to sleep
I was served a chocolate creamy cake, stiff like a corps due to minus degrees, but very delicious. It was a gift from the lodge. And I got Tsampa porridge and tea. All was great!
We took a little sightseeing to the Khumjung School, before we said our goodbyes to Tashi and left for Lukla on a one-day-trek.
Tashi was supposed and paid to guide us forth and back, but when he told us he only got to meet his family 3-4 times per year we decided that he could stay in Khumjung and spend some extra days with friends and family. We would find our way back ourselves.
Thank you Tashi and Hilltop Lodge!
Once more we got back to KTM, for the last time in my life, I sincerely hope! :D:D
We bought bustickets to the Indian border.
However to get there we had to go from Pokhara first and then take another bus to Sunauli(the border).
From there we bargained with some asshole-drivers to have a fair price to go to Gorakpur, a travelthrough-town.
From Gorakpur we took a nightbus to Varanasi. A decision we came to regret.
The bus was old, worn and dirty. It was a localbus turned to a touristbus.
The only places free were in the back, where the bouncing of the bad roads feels the most.
When the seats got empty we laid down and tried to sleep after this long day of travel, only to find us get woken up every 15 minutes by flying up in the air and getting our ribs crushed.
At one point, around 2.30 am the bus crashed into a huge pile of rocks. Yes, rocks! A huge pile in the middle of the road and the driver, probobly sleeping at the wheel, drover straight into it. We flew off our seats, crushed other vital parts in the seatings infront of us. The seats flew off and the truck stopped for a long period of time.
At one point the bus got empty and there was me and Erik, on a big square with only someone selling chips and soda. No driver, no nothing. We took a piss and went back to the bus.
Finally at 4am we arrived in Varanasi.
Our first day in India could have been better.
Varanasi, oh dear god Varanasi.
What a place.
It’s crazy, beautiful, loud, interesting, dirty, weird.
Varansi is a big city not far from the nepalese border, and the river Ganges runs through it.
Ganges is probobly the most dirty river I’ve ever seen, and will ever see for that matter.
And the fact that people take baths in it is not only unhygienic and disgusting, it’s kind of interesting aswell.
They live in religion and to the Hindu’s this is sacred water.
The get cleansed if they take a bath in it.
And apparently it dont bother them one bit if there’s a corps of a child or a woman floating next to them.
On the last day we saw some bodies getting burned just next to the Ganges.
A whole group of people standing around, but no females. They are to sensitive and would only cry, so they are not allowed.
Instead there’s loads of men who shave their head and take pictures of one another whilst holding the head up of the deceased…CULTURAL DIFFERENCE!!!!!
From Varanasi we took a 2 day train to the place created only for pleasure. Goa!
Sweaty and dirty we got of the train and directly headed for one of the many many beaches in Goa. We took a place called “Colva”.
On our first sunbathing day we got our backs burned in the hot sun.
But you dont even think about that when you run into the steaming water.
It’s just pure pleasure to lay on the beach, looking in all directions and all you see is palmtree-beaches and the ocean.
The sunset is especially beautiful seen when you take a bath.
Yesterday we rented scooters and drove around all the roads we could possibly go to. From south to north. Ofcourse, still without any license what so ever
Take care all of you!
Namaste
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