This is the 11th instalment of Diaspora Diaries, a regular series in Nepali Times with the stories of Nepalis living and working abroad.
I moved from Solu Khumbu to Kathmandu when I was 10-11 years old with my brother for my education. My childhood back in my village was a combination of school and work, since I also helped my parents on the farm whenever I could.
My father is a high altitude guide who has summited Mt Everest 11 times, while my mother is mostly busy in the potato field, and also manages a trekking lodge. Our village falls in the Mera Peak trekking route, so we often had tourists staying over.
I was a shy kid, and did not interact much with them although the chocolates they handed out were always something I looked forward to.
I first joined a trek when I was 18 with my father. He was my mentor, he taught me how to fix climbing ropes and take care of our clients. It was an 18-day trek to Mera Peak, and I still remember earning Rs2,000 per day along with a $300 summit bonus.
My father would later tell me that the guests complimented my work and how despite being young and new, I had the strength of a strong climber. It is exciting on new trekking routes, but if you keep going over the same trails the up and down can start to get monotonous.
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