Minutes later we are on the ground, relieved. It all requires a carrier-style landing without any option to abort. Making things trickier is the fact that the runway is set on a 12% grade, a steep hill that ends in a brick wall. It’s easy to see why it earned its superlative designation - the runway is short, about 460 metres long. We pass over it, seemingly scraping the tree tops, then dive into the valley with our first view of the postage-stamp airport. The engine whine assumes a new urgency as the pilot pushes the plane hard to clear the peak. I’m sitting behind the pilot when our lead guide points out the peak in front of us - the last landmark for Lukla’s runway. Huge clouds encircle the peaks we fly between. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt.
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