So it's all settled then.
On the night of October the 3rd I go to the airport, likely dragging along some poor member of the family who has to then make the hour drive home at about midnight. As the clock ticks over to the 4th, the Singapore airlines plane jets off to Singapore (you don't say!?). Upon arrival I bludge for three hours in transit at Changi. Hopefully the first flight isn't delayed because if I miss the connecting flight this whole trip is screwed. Anyway, at some time in the morning I drag myself up to another plane which takes me to Kathmandu. I arrive in the afternoon and spend the first day there by myself in one big jet-lagged ball of mess.
On the 5th I join up with the rest of the small group at some hotel, and for the next three weeks I trek through the Himalayas around the Annapurna massifs with the company of these complete total strangers, who will be all good people...hopefully.
On the 26th I arrive back at Kathmandu and join up with another small group. We then take a plane to Lhasa, Tibet and work our way south-west back towards Nepal, stopping along Everest on the way. The key word being along not on. I ain't crazy.
On the 9th of November we arrive back at Kathmandu where I spend the next two days by myself, with my friend Lonely Planet.
On the 11th of November I fly back to Singapore, where I transit for another few hours whilst wishing I could just go home, for six weeks away from your own bed, and your own pillow is a crime against humanity.
I get home on the 12th provided I am still alive.
