I had no idea that Lukla Airport was one of the most dangerous airports in the world until the day I was leaving Kathmandu to start my Everest Base Camp adventure. The plane ride from the capital of Nepal to Lukla would take approximately 25 – 30 minutes. A short ride, indeed; however, with the perceived danger occupying the space of my mind, it could seem long. It was raining that day, which intensified the fear that had found its way into my heart and mind. I remember thinking about the possibility of crash for more than a dozen times. As we were onboard the small aircraft by Tara Air, my fear slightly subsided when I saw the flight attendant dressed in what must be a traditional Nepali costume. I thought ‘she must have been on such ride many times’ and wondered if she shared any of my fear. I watched how the pilots worked on the various buttons, and told myself that I just had to trust that they knew what they were doing (of course, right?!). Soon we were soaring high in the sky. The flight attendant approached with candies on a tray, her beautiful smile drove some of my fear away. I looked out of the window. Visibility was quite poor but I could discern the awe-inspiring scenery outside. In quite a strange way, I thought ‘if the plane crashed, and I died, I would have no regret dying doing the thing I love’. That thought liberated me from the fear that had held me hostage earlier. I sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the ride. I actually felt lucky to have had this extraordinary flying experience! The next thing I knew we were landing on the tiny, treacherous runway of Lukla Airport perched on a steep cliff. The EBC trek was the adventure I came to Nepal for, but I just had one. Indeed, the ride was an adventure in itself :-)!